Do you accept your chosenness? Do you promise to carry the Queen to her throne and love and protect her for as long as you live? And do you promise to...wait for Eve until the night on which the arrows call you back so that you may be together forever?” ‘I answered, ‘Yes, I do,’ but I really had no idea what in the hell he was talking about. None of it made sense. I just assumed that they used some strange, ancient marriage ritual in that area.’ ‘I found out what it all meant the following July,. Died in vain."Tell the artillery to fire on those guns!" Oaxhan commanded.It was then, even more so than from those pinpricks, that Denethon felt true fear. Fire on the guns? What guns? There was no fireseed smoke!More explosions rippled through the advancing soldiers. Denethon crushed his first fears. They were pinpricks! Just pinpricks! Five, maybe ten men would fall at a time. Many times, one or two would pick themselves up and continue to advance. A hundred thousand men weren't going to be. I just looked at it for a few second until my need for air hit me. My tongue slowly wet my lips as I let my boxer slide down my longs. “Well you where right you is bigger but not fatter.” I said as my eight inch long and three inch thick cock, which was already hard from the wild thoughts, stuck out in front of me. He was lost as he stared at it. Slowly before he was aware of it I reach out and grabbed his in my hand. It was warm and soft and boy did it feel good. I felt no veins as I slowly. “You shaved the rest of your pubic hair off. That is so sexy!” “How sexy is it?” I pulled my cock out of my boxers and showed her the degree to which tonight’s show turned me on and said, “Just out of curiosity, would a little, umm, ‘manscaping’ on me appeal to you?” “Especially if you let me help you with it.” “Do you love me?” “More than you can imagine, why?” “There’s no way I’m going to let anyone near my junk with scissors or a razor unless they love me. Are you thinking closely trimmed or.