I wanted him tochoose me and that meant eliminating anything that would hint of mybeing a decoy. With a game plan in mind, I forced my self up off the...ouch and headed for the bathroom.As I entered the bathroom, I started to strip off my clothes, hangingthem on a hook on the back of the door. Shaving my face was first on thelist and was done at the sink as usual. Next were my legs, somethingbest done in the shower. I lathered up, grabbed the razor and got in theshower. I turned on the hot water. Could you handle that?”The first two pics showed two smartly dressed boys. The next two showed their toned, naked bodies. The next pic showed them both teasing their erections with a finger tip.“Not as big as you baby, must be seven-inches though. And nice tight asses. Could you handle that?,” she teased again knowing she had piqued my interest“Yes, but no fucking,” I replied, already excited at the thought of watching and masturbating my thick, nine-inch erection for my lady and two much. Makayla sat up for a moment, pulling her top up over her head revealing her perky B cups with bitty rosy pink areolas and cute erect nipples. She then immediately leaned back down devouring my cock into her mouth, wrapping her hand around the base of my shaft as she bobbed up and down, audible slurping sounds escaped from her mouth as she salivated over my shaft. Chelsea sat up and we began to kiss for a moment, our tongues dancing around back and forth between our mouths before she went back. He was a tall man, well over six foot. His long, golden hair hung down his back, his chieftain’s braids resting on his broad chest. His broad shoulders and muscular arms would have made any man think twice about confronting him. Yet his clear brow and high cheekbones spoke of one nobly born, not a common fighter. For a moment he thought about sitting beside her. Maybe she would feel his reassuring presence, even if she could not see him, but the way she sat – hunched up, hugging her bony knees.