I doubt he’d ever touched a pussy before. This was by no means because he wasn’t a good looking kid. He was handsome and rather popular at his sch...ol, but my cousin concentrated on his studies rather than girls. I know he masturbates though, I knew because I had caught him one day. His blanket was over him and his one hand was under and stroking his cock. I could see the blanket moving. When he saw me he quickly stopped and I acted as if I never saw anything. Of course, this was before I turned. In his new timeline every child was required to attend school until the age of majority which was 16 years of age. In that time the majority of them attained a level of education analogous to that of a Bachelor's Degree from Roger's time. By the time the child was 10 years old they possessed the equivalent of an uptime high school diploma and chose their life's work path then continued their education.Of course many children chose to go into the trades so their education followed the pathway. It started because of the bad weather we'd been having. Weeks of rain with little respite had made our laundry pile grow and grow. I'm lucky that I work from home so I can be flexible about my hours and I mostly took care of the domestic chores through the week but it seemed as soon as the sun came out and the laundry was hung out, the rain would soak it and minutes later I'd be back to square one.I agreed with my wife that I'd take the four massive bags to the launderette one day and having. “Stick a finger in, see if you're wet.” Oh Christ. She did, as he watched. “And?” he asked.“Very wet, Sir. Your wet slut.”Another good smile. “Clean it off.”She licked her finger clean, imagined it was his finger, his cock. She was already desperate, desperate to come, desperate to please him.“Your collar is on the night stand, in the big bedroom. Get it for me.”She took two steps. He made a little rumble in his throat. “Oh, sorry, Sir.” She went down to her hands and knees, crawled.