Let’s see if I can make you squirt on my thumb.”“Oh no!” I said, struggling to sit up and remove her hand from between my legs. “What? What�...�s wrong?” she said concerned. “I can’t cum!” I said frantic now, righting my clothes and sitting up. “What? Why not?”“Daddy said! He wants me to be desperate for cock when he gets home so he can fuck my butt easier,” I explained. She nodded and pulled her hand out of my panties. “It’s a shame though, we could have had fun this period. I get it though, next. I let someone else take my real cherry so it's too late for that. I've... I've regretted it ever since. But this... I still have this for you. You'd be the first man there. My big brother could still come first."She took a long slow dramatic breath."Pleeeeaaaaaase?" she mewled softly, like a kitten that hadn't been fed."You mean like, now?" he finally managed to speak."Yeah, it felt really good this afternoon. And it's so warm out right now. I just had a nice long and satisfying shower. I even. Of course there were tons of flowers, which she would have loved. There were blooms of all sizes, shapes and colors, filling the room with a fragrance reminiscent of her little shop. The sensation left me thinking of much happier times, which made me smile but also at times made Connie’s absence more acute.I constantly looked around the room for Kelsey as I felt the need to monitor how she was holding up. She seemed to be doing quite well and floated between our friends and lent support to. "Being alone on Christmas Eve is hard enough, without memories of Jason and the life we could have had on my mind."The older man nodded, then stroked Mariah's hand. She caught her breath as a tingle ran through her, making her feel alive, truly alive, for the first time in ages. It wasn't a sexual tingle at all—Mr. Snow was old enough to be her grandfather!—but it nudged her heart and soul to life in a different way."Eat up, Mariah. Then, go home. You're exhausted, my dear." Nik's voice was.