She knew that she had me. Moving from her seat, she pulled her chair to sit at my side. Her hand slid over my jeans, making my cock twitch. “It woul... appear as if something has awoken our friend !, would you like me to help?” her hand was already on my zip, I was watching her eyes as she pushed her hand inside my jeans.The feel of her warm hand on my cock made me twitch again.“I think we should release this before he hurts himself? don’t you!” I was lost in the moment, her hand was stroking my. She watched the hypnotic strokes and felt her eyelids begin to betray her. Her head fell back and she drifted off into a quiet doze. She felt him lift her up into his arms and carry her to bed so that she was not annoying him or in his way. She lightly pinched his neck in her sleep and murmured. ‘You bastard.’ … She was sunken, deep down and slightly comatose, in the soft folds of the bed, it’s feathery arms wrapped around her intimately and graciously as she half-slept. The air was too warm,. . you know ... so he won't be nervous."Ken gave her a sour look. "Your concern for my nervousness is touching," he said."I just want you to feel at ease with all this," she said, her eyes looking over Jo's body again."Meghan it is then," Jo said with a smile. "This whole thing started with the two of us, didn't it? I suppose it's fitting that we start the propagation with the two of us as well."Meghan chewed her bottom lip a little. "Will it ... will it hurt much?" she asked."Not too much," Jo. Many years ago. With someone not unlike you.”“Oh?”“Yes. He was what our ancestors would have called ‘wakashu’,” Takada explained referring to the youthful men that were a third gender for centuries up until Japan pulled out of isolation from the western world. They were desirable to both adult men and women. Samurai and kabuki actors had performed these acts of sex between older man and youthful ones without issue. Wakashu could be seen socializing in the red light districts alongside beautiful.