"Much sexier thanmine." What did you say?" The mischievous smile had returned to her lips."I mean, I love your breasts." I'd meant to stop there, but ...y mouth wasoperating outside of my control. "I'm envious. My boobies are so small." Go on." I'm almost seventeen, but I have the breasts of a twelve year old girl.I wish they'd grow." Whatever I said, suddenly became true. I wantedluscious tits like Celia. Then the boys would want me and stop mistakingme for a ninth grader. As if she could read. He used it and then pulled me in for a quick, chaste kiss.“Whatever are you doing here?”“You thought I’d let you keep all the fun to yourself?”He groaned and squeezed me harder. I thought he was going to say something about me staying safe, and was prepared to pinch his ear in retaliation, but he surprised me. “Thanks,” he whispered, before we were interrupted by an irate dwarf – or rather, a couple of them.“What in the name of the Ancestors do you think you were doing, pushing ahead alone?”. Bob would have explained that emotional closeness, and the closeness of sharing sex, are not the same thing, though they draw on each other. Emotional closeness... the human connection between two souls... is infinitely more precious than mere sexual satisfaction. That, perhaps, is why the couples spent more time talking softly, making and remaking plans, making promises, and trying to order the future, before it got there. They wanted to keep the dream alive, and all those preparations, even. ”When hunk went into the water again, his prick was already very stiff. He gasped and then began panting rapidly. It wasn’t the sort of pant that meant he was trying to hold off the pain. It was the sort of pant that meant he had already turned the pain into pleasure.As he came up out of the water, I heard one of the other Masters say, “Three o’clock for five hundred.” A Mistress almost immediately said, “Ten o’clock for five.”“What do you think?” Master said.“About what?” I replied, trying not.