That's it, he said. Just relax and nature take over. He stroked up and down slowly, rubbing the tip with his thumb. My heart started beating faster,...as he rubbed the tip my body jumped. Like that he asked, I said it tickled but yes it felt good. After a few minutes he squeezed my balls and some liquid came out my piss slit, he rubbed it around the head. It was a new sensation and I loved it. As he stroked my dick and squeezed my balls he would bring the liquid father down my dick. The slick. Go then with your aunts and receive instruction from them until you are sent for. And know that while innocence of youth may enter with you, it will not leave with you."Then she stepped over to Jills line and asked; "Who comes before me and why do you undergo the Rite?"Jill looked kind of meekly at her and said; "I am Jillian Amona Anderson. I am summoned by scripture and by law that I may marry. I am sixteen yesterday." Do your aunts verify your age and your purpose?" Asked the High. Standing on the front stoop was a young man in the greenish-khaki uniform of theBoy Scouts. He wore long pants and had a green tie instead of the neckerchief theboys all wore. "Hello, ma'am," he said haltingly. "I'm Bob Shepherd, Herb'sScoutmaster. May I come in?"Aunt Dee hoped that he couldn't smell her finger. She wore a green dress to matchher eyes, and it set off her fair skin and dark hair to advantage as as had thechocolate brown one. She was barefoot, and that made her feel vulnerable,. I flew cross-country to my mother. We met mingling our tears upon her doorstep.Mother was now forty-seven. Ten years earlier she had begun to date again. Three years earlier, she had married again. I did not attend the wedding, but I sent her a basket of fruit in the form of a gift certificate. For my prodigal return, she sent Vincent out of the house for a week. After twelve hours of sobbing my life's story into her breasts, she offered me a drink to settle my nerves. I gulped it down. Three.