It was a stunning piece and one that she had said she might not sell at all. If she sold it, the price would be in the millions. I’d loved it the ve...y first time I saw it. In fact, I had a print ordered from Comstock’s, an on-line purveyor of fine quality prints and art work. It would take me years to pay it off, but it was worth every penny. ‘Oh my god,’ I moaned. I had watched Jennifer Finch masturbate and to make it worse, I masturbated right along with her. Lilly was right. I really. It was my role to let her argue against these types of things, and move forward with what she knew was best but could not publicly support. She did not like the idea of Matthew at fourteen years old receiving what most people thought of as an expensive sex toy. For my children, I broke the compromise; they might mistake her position for disapproval and limit the potential benefit of having an X-23 in their lives.Elizabeth was my wife; I loved her, but these were my children. She was even. Her mother Anne worked part time as a bookkeeper for the local parish. They were good parents who loved and doted on their only child. Their extended family was large with six aunts and four uncles there was rarely a weekend that some family member was not celebrating a birthday, anniversary or the like. Mary had a few close friends and together with them and her family she wound her way through her childhood happy and content. Mary’s life changed when she was fourteen, it had started out as. With a shock of startled fear, she opened her big blue eyes suddenly, and through her lust-clouded vision found herself looking into the smoldering eyes of her own brother."J-Jarvis!" she squeaked breathlessly, too shocked to make any attempt to cover herself.Her lust-heated eyes drank in the sight of his heavily muscled, tanned torso and the conspicuous bulge in his trousers. She also saw the answering glimmer of lascivious excitement in his troubled eyes.Quivering with passive excitement, her.