I was happy he was so…mature, but I wanted to touch him, taste him. We wont, I promise, I whispered, sliding my hands down his chest, softly scratch...ng him. He shivered, and I unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down. He half-heartedly tried to block me, but he obviously wanted to see what Id do. I slowly began to wank him off, gripping his hardening manhood softly and moving my hand. He moaned softly, and I smiled, giggling. I kept stroking, moving my lips to the tip to kiss it, then suck it. I. We just aren't buying so many clothes these days, and the clothes we are buying, don't use nearly as much fabric. I shudder to think what will happen to our economy if those Confederacy replicators end up in wide use.While your mother is still disturbed by the rampant display of flesh, I find myself curiously unaffected. Oh, sure, in the beginning I almost crashed the family car several times, but by now I've become inured to women wearing little more than body paint.We've had some good news. It was almost midnight before I parted with my friends and came home. After a refreshing bath I came to my bedroom, put on a silken negligee and went to the bed. I did not wear bra and panties. But I could not sleep. I kept thinking of the trip undergone with my friends, the scenic beauty of the places visited and sex with them during the trip. “But what should I do now, so that I can catch a sleep”, I thought. “Should I see some of the videos of sexual interaction that I had with my friends,”. I wouldn’t say that she dressed particularly provocatively but with my hormones any cleavage was plenty! And when she would sit and cross her legs, causing her skirts to raise, any sign of garter was enough to keep me from learning anything all period!As you have most likely gathered I was quite infatuated with her body ( getting to know someone’s personality not really being an issue back then ) And we were now into the second half of the year, I think by now Mrs Doe had caught me a few times.