You are staring at my dick in awe long before I get to washing it. You long to touch it and stroke it just as I am doing now. Once again I yank the fo...eskin back from the bulging purple head as your eyes drink in the beauty of it. "Wash it for me." It i snot a request, it is an order.Taking the wash rag from my hand, you lather it with more soap before pushing it up between my legs. You note the weight of my scrotum in your small hand as you smear the cloth against them. Lifting shaft with your. It was amazing. But, I didn’t get to do the third thing on the list, bend her over and paint a mosaic on her ass with my genetic code. I wanted to fuck her from behind more than I wanted to take my next breath. But, I didn’t, so that night we went on our first date.The list has grown, that’s the problem. I shudder when I come from fucking her doggy style, or when shes on her side, ass tilted in my hands, it’s the most intense shudder ever, but it happens because of the way I have to pull her. She pulled me along the wall of books and then pointed to a book on a high shelf. From what I could tell, it was the same copy of Dickens that the woman in the cemetery had been reading. The dust on the cover suggested that it hadn't been touched in a very long time. It was high enough that I turned to look for a chair to stand on. She had a different suggestion.Her hand caressed my shoulder as she said, "Pick me up." Really?" my mind screamed. "Okay," I said with a smile as I bent and wrapped. But now her feet were swathed in abundant, warm, fluffy cotton. She looked down at the silhouette of her toes poking through the towel, then wiggled them. She smiled, thinking of being a little girl on a soft bed with lots of blankets and pillows and stuffed animals, in pajamas. Pajamas with feet in them. She sat back and stretched out her legs, flexing and wiggling.A distant pistol shot jerked her back into adulthood. It seemed to come from the corn field. As she listened another rang.