. your aim, Jacob." "What's 'aim'?" Jill began to sob again, and she hugged Jacob tight. "It's not fair, Jacob, it's not fair." Jacob was confused. He...too started to cry. Late that night, Jill lay awake in bed, trying to rest, but finding none. What could she do for Jacob? It's not like she could just give him some pointers, she'd never had to do what he had to do. Men, she thought. Why did that dirt bag just run off on her? She resolved not to ask any family members to help out, as that would. “What’s that stuff?”“It’s called spunk.” “Spunk?” “Yes Spunk or that it was my cousin called it anyway. You do not produce much at the moment, and to be quite frank I was surprised you did at all on your first cum. The other thing about spunk is that when you get older it seems to get thicker because my cousin’s was thicker than mine. He also said that it makes a difference how much you wank. This is the stuff that makes a baby.”“How?” “Bloody hell Steve you really don’t know anything do you!. He didn’t seem to mind, or even notice, so we shed our remaining clothes and got onto the unmade bed. Ken was on his back and his cock was lying on his tummy having softened slightly so I knelt beside him and took him in hand once more. Again that wonderful feeling of a man’s hardness in my hand and I just looked at it for a few moments, but I couldn’t wait any longer and lowered my head onto the b**st. I ran my tongue over the tip feeling its smoothness and licked underneath which most men. A familiar resonance winked at her amid the pinpoints of light, followed by another, lesser one, both to the northeast of here. “I can feel Henley! And Kedron!”“Yes,” Aran confirmed. “The Chapel is close enough that we can feel it. There is another arohim there, too, though his vala is new, yet. Untrained.”Concentrating, Elaina searched and found it. One of the refugees, perhaps? “Aran,” Elaina said cautiously. “Are we not creating a beacon for ulunn by doing this? Or the Heralds?”Aran shook.