"Erik, do you feel the same? I know my question is hardly appropriate considering you just asked for my hand, but I have never been one to play coy ga...es. Indeed, I am completely inexperienced in matters of the heart. You are the only man I have ever kissed. Nay, you are the only man I have ever wished to kiss."She halted, turned away from him and felt her cheeks blush a furious crimson.He threw his head back and released a stream of musical laughter that sent a pleasant thrill down Christine's. Alfred will have to bend everybody towards his goals."She didn't have to say more. We both knew that nothing short of full mind control would do the trick. It remained to be seen whether Alfred and Jake could deliver.When Alfred rejoined us – he was tactful enough to ring the door bell – there could be no doubt. He was all smiles and full of confidence. Jake, he said, had been reluctant to go all the way but was swayed by Elise's approval. He insisted, though, that Alfred would never act on his. She could not hike the mountains. She could not venture going to the seaside and change into bathing suit, because everyone would see her withered, stick- thin leg and her unnaturally bent foot which had not been slipped into a shoe for almost thirty years now. She preferred long skirts regardless of the season and wore them even in the sweltering august heat, for she felt more comfortable that way. Thus she could be mistaken for a girl with a sprained ankle. Misunderstandings occurred. The Turk is captivating on the most primal of levels and his son is feeling this sexuality being somehow transmitted to him as he jacks his dick. “I feel it building up.”Are you going to shoot me a big load?“I don’t know.”“Have you shot your milk off yet?”“Not yet.”“Maybe today.”“Maybe today.”The father is turned on by learning he doesn’t have to worry about his son’s manhood. His son is full-fledged male. His son is handsome, well built with a manly cock. The thought of such gratification.