, too small."The young boy pulled on his new gloves. The old man watched the boy bring the new gloves up to his nose. The boy inhaled a long breath, s...voring the smell of the new leather. He smiled.The old man happily returned the boy's smile of gratitude. Nothing like living vicariously, he thought, as he remembered another young boy from another time, and another winter now long passed.The young boy went on his way. The old man made his way through the heavy snow back into the house. He felt. ..we...you...I...this can’t happen, it’s not right,” I somehow stammered out. Not that I hadn’t fantasized about it, and not that I didn’t have a raging hard-on from the contact and seeing Candice mostly nude and lying pretty seductively, in my bed. Sex with a woman has been almost non-existent since we lost her mother 8 years ago, and I’ve done my best to raise her, but even though I fantasized about something like this happening, I never dreamed Candice might feel the same. Still, you can’t. She was wearing quite a sizable, anatomically correct, dildo around her waist which looked monstrous on such a small slender frame. ‘Why, Mummy! I’ve fucked Emma! I’ve always wanted to and now she’s let me!’ ‘You’ve done what?’ demanded Dorothy angrily. Is this the sort of language she’d taught her daughter to use? ‘I’ve fucked Emma!’ Maisie said, with a mixture of residual ecstasy and satisfaction tinged by uncertainty derived from her mother’s tone. ‘Don’t use that language with me, young. . "My wallet...?" Get one over here..." she told me. "Time to see if this can really workfor us."A half-hour later I think we both decided that the pieces stillassembled properly. After a trip to the bathroom for both of us to cleanup, we cuddled up together and slept together for the first time.***************************************************Chapter 13: Tutored***************************************************ADDY AND I woke up the next morning and found ourselves repeating theprevious.