He was watching the action before him.Brazabee: Hmmm? Gay porn It’s all ruined. Tam sighed. Tam: Uncle I need a rest before picking. He looked at it closely then with a swift movement, threw the zaw right into Tams good looking face. Uncle: Do this again boy. But that’s impossible. Tam felt enormous pleasure as each zaw slid out of him. Suddenly a flash came making the uncle flee in shock. The now pleasured Tam turned his head and saw Brazabee smiling at him from behind. Brazabee: Come boy. Small in size but worth, atleast in Mythgrawn, a small fortune if picked correctly. One day Tam was kneeling in the dirt, picking zaw when his uncles shadow leered over him. Uncle: You boy! Tam gazed up not very surprised at his uncle. Tam: Yes Uncle?Tams uncle bent down and grabbed a handful of zaw. He could never pick zaws correctly. A zaw is picked correctly if the following occurs:It is a solid pink colour.Grows to the size of 12 inches.Smells like sweet honey. Unfortunately Tams zaws that were presently getting shoved up his ass were, as you could guess, not like the above at all. His zaws were: Pail pink.The size of a baby’s arm. Smelt like a cucumber. This was why he now found himself bent, naked over an old fallen oak tree with his uncle sodomising his hole
