She was resting on my right arm, the arm then slipping down her back until its hand cupped her right buttock. My left hand now rested on her thigh and...her breast pressed solidly into my ribs. Those long legs of hers stretched out along the couch, the lower knee bent and pushed up against the back. The upper leg was straight, her ankle passing over the left ankle, that foot flat against the arm on the opposite end of he couch. Her chin tilted up, hair streaming over my arm, her eyes blinking. I came up with a hairbrained scheme to try and get Jade to want to contact me. I had made up my mind that I would honor my words and not initiate any more chats with her; instead I would send her a “goodbye” e-mail. I was just so desperate to talk with her again.I had not yet told Jade about Kimmy, so I twisted the story to devise a plan to make her feel the need to respond. I sent Jade the “goodbye” e-mail and told her I had never been able to tell her one of the true reasons I liked talking. ”Sereine added, “Well it seems to me that you have a problem with what to do with all the sugar addicts on Slave World that you promised to try and help. If you get them to Earth, they could go through the sugar transition, learn English, the local area, how to drive, and everything else that they would need to know to support the traders.”“Hmm. That may be a good solution to the problem of what to do with them on Earth, Sereine. What about it, Matt, would we be violating any Earth laws or. His cock looked like that I might see on an older boy, and that was all that really mattered. I probably orgasmed to that moment more times over the next few years than all my other fantasies combined.When Todd and I began to date, the arousal of that sight only grew stronger. I saw Jason more often than before, the boy then about sixteen. He was polite but a little aloof, wearing his blonde hair down over his neck in long, sweeping, carefree curls. Average height, I think, a little shorter.