But in our conversation, you see you found your strength, here is my boat, step in, sit and I will push us away. Charon looked to the horizon and pulled his oar, first one way, then the other.Shortly the shore the left, was no longer visible. Gay sex He would have to wait.The fog, or perhaps it was the hem of a long colourless cloak went across his foot, his leg, covered his man stalk and stopped. There was no time, no moment lighter than the last just the sensation of movement. Of…could it be, this was the life he would now live?Charon finally laid him on the sand and fell beside him. All we need do is lighten you.”Charon bent over and without effort removed the helmet and the breastplate;Immediately the recumbent man felt…lighter. Charon finally took control and used the soldier as target practice, as a milk farm, as a recipient of pain to balance the pleasure. “You have need of me soldier?
