Luke’s hand began to move in time, stroking his cock as he fingered himself for the first time. He imagined Ms. Moreau’s delicate finger moving in...ide him, pulling at the dull ache inside him, her dark hair in disarray as she took him deeper into her mouth He rocked back and forth, trying to impale himself on his finger. But his body couldn’t take all this stimulation, and in an instant he went rigid, shooting a load onto his stomach and chest. He laid there gasping, trying to recover after his. “Don’t worry about it, Rach, it’s too late now to cover up. Except for our cousin Olivia, we’ve all seen your pretty girls before,” I spoke up. She glanced at my loose, and tented, orange, cotton shorts. The swelling was inching down my left leg so it was obvious I was commando. Olivia also noticed it again and fixated, open mouth, on my shorts. My wife, Sue, just watched them and, as her shoulders shook, let out a subtle, hissing giggle.Rach dropped her hands and shrugged, “Then why don’t you. It took all my effort to deflect Tharin's determined overhead sword swing, while Crum's swift swing at my leg was deflected at great cost to my balance, as I continued out of control using my momentum as an advantage, cracking him in the ribs with a twirling staff tip."Hold!" I commanded. "You got me," I called to Tharin.They both put up their practice swords, each showing damage to their blunt blades. Our private practice was watched only by Grimm."Water?" Grimm asked us. We all nodded yes and. The soothing water and an ice-cold beer would be just the ticket.He quickly shed his clothes, then stopped to admire his reflection in the mirror. His long blonde hair descended to almost shoulder level. Most of the time he kept it tied back neatly, but now it just cascaded down, the way Naomi liked it. He thought of how she loved to run her fingers through it as she stared deeply into his green eyes.He was proud of the way he worked out and maintained his physique. He had firm but not lumpy.