" I'm kind of tired," Ellen said in a sleepy voice, "and I feel sorta chilled." Maybe you're coming down with something," Mom said. "You just got out ...f the shower, Ellie. Put the blanket, by the couch, around you."Ellen got the blue blanket and sat down on the couch by my knees. She watched the movie for a time and then she lay down, in front of me, pulled the blanket over us and propped her head up on her elbow.It was like the first time when I felt her pussy here on the couch. Only now Mom. Just great..." Marty finally managed to utter with a mix of being mesmerized and still present shyness.Steph started grinning at hearing him say it, and pushed on."They're FUCKING great, aren't they, Marty? Not just great, but FUCKING great." Yeah, mom. Your tits are really fucking great. Your nipples... they're so big too," Marty said, his eyes never leaving her chest and getting the hang of using the words he never thought he could, and would use with his mother present."Hmm hmm..." Stephanie. Janie could have any boy she wanted but for right now, I was her choice. Was I dating over my head? I thought so even back then, but the prettiest girl was giving me her full attention and I was not questioning my good fortune. My name is Mike and my friends call me that, but I so liked the way Janie made ‘Michael’ sound musical, that I adopted that as my preferred appellation. God, how my heart would beat out of my chest whenever I was close to her. I loved the sight and the smell of her …. I found some larger empty ingot molds. Instead of melting out the impure metals, I removed the impurities as I melted out the metals to match those of the completed swords made by this swordmaster and those who came before. When finished, all that remained were chunks of worthless slag. The swordmaster took a sample of each mold to test using methods only known to swordsmiths, which I found are closely guarded secrets.Well guarded closely but not enough that the man-in-the-machine couldn’t.