She faced me, her arms were extended, crooked at the elbows, hands surrounding, cupping my erection and balls. That made me flinch, just a bit, still ...xpecting worse as her eyes got closer and closer. I raised my knees up under her arms and kept them close-cuddly by instinct because I loved her heat, her feel. She felt like a furnace sitting there and seemed just what I needed to calm me down. I sighed, leaned back, collapsed, breathed deep and sighed. She felt r-e-a-l-l-y good as my balls. I sat in my little communications hub in the center of the abandoned Jewish sector of Berlin and I wondered what all the absent German Jews thought of this news of the beginnings of all-out war for the control of the civilized world. I opined that a number of them were already regretting putting off plans to re-locate to a safer part of the world and were bogged down in the tentacles of a repressive regime.The brown shirts were still roaming the streets of the city making chaos wherever. She sat on the floor in front of me and handed me her hairbrush. I gently brushed her hair as we talked about going to Pike's Peak the next day.I jumped into the shower at eleven. After a quick cleanup I brushed my teeth and joined Katrina in the big king-sized bed. Katrina squeezed herself against my side and flung her arm across my chest. She was wearing a slinky short nightie that made her even more alluring."I missed this Johnny, this is where I belong," she sighed.She had a point. I turned. “Now, now,” she laughed, grinning at my wide-eyed stare, “this day is for my enjoyment, not yours!” She then grabbed a razor from a cabinet and entered the shower with me. At the sight of the water flowing over her breasts, I was willing to agree to anything, so I agreed when she asked if she could shave me. It was a strange sensation, feeling the razor run over my legs and armpits but as I left the shower, I found myself enjoying the look of them in the mirror. With my small feet, they could.