Fingering a teen

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' For what seemed an eternity the woods were silent. Then in clouds of dust, with hooves pounding the ground, horsemen came into view. The giant mute, Murad, rode in the van, a dozen Black Slayers behind him. Other moredhel and human renegades followed. Murad reined in, signalling for the others to halt. Jimmy groaned. 'There's a hundred of them.' Roald said, Not a hundred, more like thirty.' Laurie said, 'That's enough.' Arutha looked over the rock, saying, We may be able to hold for a few minutes.' They all knew it was hopeless. Then Baru stood.
Fingering a teen