I didn't want you to walk out, and not know what was going on." Do you ... use Karen's mom?" I didn't at first. I just let her hang out. She got mad, ...nd said that this wasn't a game to her. I don't use her every day, but I usually let her eat me most mornings. She likes to do my hair for me after my shower, and she gives great massages if I wake up feeling sore. In addition, she cleans, and if I ask, or tell her to, she'll fix me breakfast, and lunch. When Karen arrives home she leaves, and. Sweet as maple syrup, every one of them. The warm smell of the soft nipple of my high school sweetheart, back before the War that was. It would stand right up, that nipple, when I popped it into my mouth, but, no, she wouldn't let me go much farther than that. Nope. Virginity still meant something in those days.My first real woman was Polynesian. We were based on Maluka Nui, in the Solomons, 'bout the middle of '43, I guess. Had the Nips on the run by then, and we were building airstrips like. It was not my intention to go out and get some guy. Just the opposite was true. I was scared of such an encounter. What would he say or worse what would he do if he discovered what I was wearing underneath my regular clothing. I just had to get out of the apartment that's all this night was supposed to be... an escapist dream.The ride downtown to the porn theater did not take long. My emotions were in a fearful turmoil as they raced through the gamut of outright fear to erotic pleasure. Fear at. "Now then, flying around has left me somewhat famished, wanna go for pizza?" she asked with a dazzling smile. Again, Tommy nodded wordlessly, eliciting a golden giggle from her lips."So what you're telling me, Becky," Tommy said over his third piece of pizza, "is that you are a genie?" Yup," she said sipping Mt. Dew from a straw, "a student djini to be precise." You have magical powers and can grant wishes and everything?" Yup." What's the bag for?" Tommy had noticed that Becky hadn't let the.