I know she was just as excited as I was, but I needed something more than we had done before. I asked her if we could make love.She knew exactly what ... was asking and to my incredulous excitement she didn't say no. She just kept hemming and hawing and trying to stall me. But I was having none of that and I pushed her behind the big drapes and undid my pants. I reached out for her hand and wrapped her fingers around my ridged dick and moved her hand up and down in a slow jacking motion.At the. She seemed gladthat I had company.I always spoke to Virginie in the feminine. English speakers will notunderstand that when I say: "my dear" in English it could be to eithersex, but I always addressed her as "ma Cherie". In French you have tochoose gender, so I did. She did not mind. It was then just our privatething.It was not long before she was ready to go out, and even with the searchfor "the lost boy" still going on, she felt totally secure in a dress,with her dark hair arranged by my. " I said as I leaned in to kiss her. "Wow you have grown up, you are a man now." She said as she reached and held my balls in her hand as if she was weighing them. I had gone thru puberty since the last time i had visited and had grown taller and filled out and most importantly grew a thick man bush along with a bigger cock and balls. I was happy Aunt Meg noticed but being the first woman to ever touch my balls, caused my cock to tingle and start to harden. Meg is not a bad looking woman and. They were musky and filled with his pheromones from his balls and musky asshole and it drove me crazy and led to a immediate uncontrollable physical strain and growing sensation in my own underpants. Those underwear I kept hidden in my own dresser draw led to so many nights masturbating in my bed to his deep strong masculine scent. It was a scent and smell that filled my mind with the pleasures and sexual arousal of what I imagined every strong and masculine grown man must smell like in between.