I was still unsure of what was happening, when the young man threw the covers back and got out of bed. He was completely naked, and he had one of the... most beautiful 10” rock-hard cocks I have ever seen. He slowly walked up close to me. He reached up to my head with one hand and removed the towel from my hair. As my hair was falling over my shoulders, he opened the towel around my body and stepped so close to me, the tip of his cock was rubbing on my wet pussy. I could feel the warmth from. "Oh no!" I thought to myself. "Is he cumming already? I squeezed him and looked down to bubbling brew between my forefinger and thumb and then a stream of semen rushed past my eye, leaving its warmth across the back of my cheek and earlobe. I pulled him into me, against my neck and held him there in my hands while he pumped against me.He stopped and drew back, leaving me with my hands out in front of me, dripping with his semen. My eyes were wide and I was breathing heavy. He bent down and. "How did she do all this?" I look over a Nimrod.He merely gives me an indulgent grin. "Most likely she adjust these to fit you. She has always been a very talented seamstress. That and she has access to a sewing machine. Now hurry up and change, you have a dinner to go to," he reminds me.Once again I hear something in his words that make me stop and think. "What do you mean? You are not coming?" I am disappointed at the thought."It was you who were invited not I, it would be rude for me to. Most painful was the line of pitifully small bodies of all the boys who had died standing before their families, trying to protect brothers and sisters and their mothers from arrows. Every small body had a cluster of sisters and mothers and fathers crying their eyes out for the young boys who's hearts were as brave as grown men. The young boys had stood no chance, for a dozen reasons. They had no training...they lacked the mastery of hand/eye coordination that maturation brings.....