Well who wouldnt?I sat him down on the stool in the hall and helped him off with the shoes and told him to go in and take a shower while I fixed some ...offee. He didn´t protest and went in to the bathroom while i made some strong coffee. He came out in my bath robe that was far to small for him. i was still only in my towel and when I saw him I immediately got a hardon that I couldn´t hide. His legs and chest was covered with thick, curly dark hair and I could see the hair groving from his neck. The guys unzipped their jeans and kicked them aside. We didn’t need telling what to do, one by one we took their limp cocks in our mouths until they were ready to go. ‘Okay bitches, on your feet’ of course we did. ‘We need you to slowly undress each other then make love on the sofa. We didn’t need telling again, it was so good to have a loving tongue on my clit. A couple of explosive orgasms and the guys wanted us.‘Right you white sluts, lay over the sofa arms, one each end’ Naturally we did, I. But he seems to forget I am not even a teenager. Hell, I am barely twelve!"Ambrose smiled diffidently and offered, "People married daughters off much younger in ages past. A couple hundred years ago your father would have already been fielding offers of marriage for you by now," he remarked, some of the vagueness going out of his voice temporarily as he mused on history instead of fantasy. Then he looked at where I had stopped pacing to stare at him incredulously and the smile changed in some. Christ, you could probably break me in half!" Everyone knows men are stronger than women." Everyone knows that, huh? Sounds like a generality to me, and one wholly inapplicable in the current circumstances." I reckon I probably could make you holler for mercy, at that!" Georgia said.The Saturday primaries were history in the wee hours of Sunday morning when I posted my Internet column and a separate overview and commentary, freshened up my election-related blog entries, and called it a night..