Instead, his work seemed to carry little genuine significance. Somewhat daunted by the fact that he was now older than his late father had ever been, ...nd troubled by the sense that he had no legacy of his own — no wife, no children, no purpose — he sometimes wondered if he should have followed in his father’s footsteps as a Baptist minister. Thoughts of career alternatives meandered through his mind as Amos drifted back to sleep… * * * * * ‘I still have a dream…’ Amos heard the booming baritone. The talk with Heather had turned her on to a certain extent, and a small orgasm would go nicely with the relaxation the hot water was providing. Then she heard the thunder of children rumble down the hallway, and with a mild sense of frustration, turned off the water. She stepped from the shower and dried off quickly, then slipped into her bedroom. She dressed much as she had earlier, in plain and workmanlike underwear, a t-shirt and shorts. She saved the fancy stuff for her boyfriend.Opening. My cock drips with excitement as I imagine the view of what might be happening behind me. There are soft wet sounds and what I can only presume is the sound of big fingers running through your long, hair. I feel a pang of jealousy and horniness as I hear the tell-tale sound of the unique moan you make when I kiss your nipples.I’m kneeling, unable to move, imagining his big cock in your mouth. Your breasts in his hands. The frustration is unbearable!But now suddenly, things are quiet. I can’t. His loveliness and mild sweet innocence…….it wins and melts my heart remedilessly. I draw closer towards him and then start to caress and stroke gently and smoothly his adorable and all too beautiful face and cheeks. His cheeks feel almost nearly just like his buttocks–they are wonderfully and enjoyably soft and squashy-like and sexually arousing and appealing whats more. I think I feel for a split second my very excited and thrilled vagina doing a happy and gleeful dance. Almost certainly! .