I glanced at the mirror and looked at myself. Not bad I thought, not for a 45 year old. I do keep myself in shape. My cock was now rigid and aching. I...knew that I would have to do something about it otherwise sleep would never come. I stood there and slowly started to stroke myself, rubbing the tip of it, spreading the beads of juice appearing at the little hole all over and down the thickened shaft. Felt so good. The feeling that at some point I will get my release. I looked down at the. She knelt before him with the same expression of servile ease she’d have if bearing a message or gathering fruits from the garden. He watched his wife as her own hand maiden rubbed her down, and she met his gaze, that impish grin reappearing. She turned around and laid breast to breast with Lysette, initiating a deep kiss, a kiss so passionate it took even the breath of the man watching from across the room. Her hands returned the favor of caresses on Lysette’s larger bosom, her legs entwined. He didn't want Claire to know about his but saw thehopelessness of protesting. Allen hung his head and said he understood. She snatched the shoe away from him and inspected it."Well," Allison concluded. "At least you didn't have time to squirt yourdisgusting spunk all over it."She told him he would continue to work there, but not be paid. The angrywoman spat on him, turned, and strode away. The remaining girls tauntedhim about how much trouble he was in. Allen spent the rest of theweekend. . what are you doing, stop.”“But there is a ceremony today, see!” she pointed, and he saw that most of the village was slowly climbing the hill. Apart from babes on hips, in other words still nursing, all of the younger boys, and most of the girls, at least the ones younger than ten or eleven, or more than a year still before starting to bleed had remained behind in the village, or taken sheep and goats or cattle to the pastures.Fear again overtook him, he had only once before been at the top.