It contained as much or as little as they desired. Now the big question was, what had changed that they were appearing now."Are you ready for your mar...iage to Mariel, Paul?" Vostich asked me.I mentally changed gears. I had not been ready for this question. I really did not want to marry the child. True, historically on that other earth, woman and girls had married early. But still, it left me feeling like a child molester. I shuddered."If you wish this, I will do it. I must say it is unsettling. " Logan lied. He wanted to hear the real definition.Nick exclaimed a look of surprise, gawking,"Really bro? You have never jacked off?!" "I don't know what jacking off means, or any of what you are talking about" he said quietly. "Jacking off is the same as masturbating, you rub your hand up and down your dick until you cum. Do you want me to show you? I just got this new toy that you put your penis in and move up and down," Nick replied. Logan uncomfortably replied,"No it's ok," he had heard. He could tell I was close. He could tell I was tipping over the edge. I had never known such an assault on my senses. My body both tensed and shook at the same time and my pussy seemed to clamp onto his lips and tongue as orgasm after orgasm ripped through me. He lifted his head just enough to look at my quivering pussy and I heard him say. “Oh my God you are squirting!” and he opened his mouth to drink in the clear, thick water that was spewing violently and uncontrollably out of my. We sat and chatted over glasses of Entre Deux Mers, which is light and fruity and subtle and has been steamrollered by the world’s obsession with Pinot Grigio and Chardonnay.Cecile was a woman of the world, a classic French woman of the old school, like a character from a Françoise Sagan novel, who has studied and learned and loved and lost and married and divorced, all of which had resulted in a mellow, complex personality. If she knew about wine and literature and films, she probably knew.