Without bothering to tap in my security code, I see ‘9:37’. Does that include last night? XXX This won’t work unless you materialize. I take hold of his cock and guide it to my pussy. I look into his face with wonder. I take the plate and a huge mug of fresh coffee back through the house to the front porch. I rub my pussy, a finger disappearing inside as he gets into position. His face reflects the emotions crashing together inside him: nervousness, some fear of performance, wonder, delight, and a sense of discovery, maybe of finally, after 170 or so years, of ‘becoming a man’. And, Jacob … last night was wonderful. Although thin, his body showed tightness from being used to working physically. Samuel holds me tight with
