His touch was gentle. He pulled the blankets further up around me and then, with a moments hesitation, climbed back onto the bed himself, staying abov... the covers. The movement pulled me out of sleep a little, but I was quickly returning. Jacks breath steadied, and I assumed he was already out. Then, as if making a last minute decision, he rolled to face me. My eyes were closed and my breathing was even, all signs pointed toward my being asleep. He ran a finger across my face, anyway, his. " Rhiannon closed her eyes, and knitted her brow. Before Barocca's eyes, Rhiannon's prick filled with blood at an incredible rate, and was at its full length of over three feet in less than a minute. The massive shaft was as thick as Barocca's ankle. Veins stood out prominently, and it pulsed like it had a life of its own. "Oh my god..." muttered Barocca, as she saw what Rhiannon had in store for her. "Aw, don't go draggin' yer religion inta thish..." giggled Rhiannon. "We're here ta. He had never been normal about anything related to sex, it was all so embarassing. The closest he had ever gotten to touching a girl before last night was at a wedding. It was his uncle's wedding, or maybe a distant cousin, and his parents encouraged, more like forced, him to dance with one of the distant cousins present. She wasn't very pretty, but she had a beautiful ass and pretty large breasts for a fifteen year old. He was seventeen at the time, and they danced to one song before parting.. Then came the recurring stab of pain. "Why can I not prove myself in combat like my valiant and doughty ancestors? Why am I doomed to be a feeble woman all my life?" She recalled that day when her darling friend Martha had felled her with a single fearsome blow to the jaw, instantaneously reducing her to a state of semi-comatose humiliation. She had always accepted that the punch in question had been well merited and richly deserved, but the fact that she been able to do no other than succumb.