I feel Bova's hand in my underwear as the sexy blackgoddess stares in your eyes and kisses you. She tears my underwear off leavingme totally naked on ...the floor"mmm someone happy to see me" she saysYou like these muscles don't you baby" She says"Ohhh hell yes" You say"You like these big tits. You like these in your face" She saidShe bring your face down smothering your face with them. My cock is like stealnow. She grabs it"mmm think I got my answer" She says"You're so beautiful" mmmm you think. Sixteen years of boyhood that could never begotten back. I cried in almost a wail of anguish as the boy I was, wasnow dead. Like Robin my sister, had been the boy and had suddenly died inmy arms. Abigail held me as best as she could, but my pain broke her. Asmuch as she wanted to hold me and comfort me, it had been too soon sinceher own change to be able to handle the emotional roller coaster we werenow sharing. I didn't hear the pounding on the door, but it was an escapethat Abigail took. ? The small, dark hair jack was named RobertArliss.? The blonde boy had a complexionas light as one might expect in someone with blonde hair and blue eyes.? His pallor was further exaggerated by loss ofblood but mitigated by the beginnings of an angry sunburn from his three daysof exposure in the field.? His name wasJason Erickson.? The third, with darkbrown hair, and more than usual male hirsutism, was the largest.? His name was Ethan Bradshaw.? The fourth was the African American.? His name. Plus his own little band of soldiers; that made fifty. Forty others had volunteered to patrol the walls, but not to fight. This was better than Ling had hoped.“Sergeant, I’m putting you in charge of the walls. When they are in range, get them to shoot sheafs of arrows; probably better than asking a woman to try and kill an individually targeted man.”With that, the small band of soldiers and the ‘ancillary’ troops – the volunteers; marched out. Fifty men, wasn’t bad, he told himself, as long as.