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xxxxxxx  xxxxxx             xxxxxx   Golden Stob, Silver Stob  ~
7 ~  The ogre had raged once more, insisting that he could still
smell a man!  "You are probably going senile," the Prince
finally stated with a sly grin, further infuriating the ogre.
Satana grabbed the Prince and lifting him high shrieked with
rage as he shook him, his eyes keenly taking in the boy's
teenage penis and pubes.  "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" exclaimed
Prabhanjan entering the room, rushing over.  Satana threw down
the Prince and grabbing his phallus, roughly pulled back the
delicate foreskin... sniffing around the exposed glans and the
matted pubes... the lush, dark hair soaked with the combined
juice of arousal that had leaked while the two Princes had
youthfully disported in their vernal passion.  "Satana, are you
losing your mind as the days draw closer?" asked th