The process had taken almost a year. Truthfully, finding them took only half the time, the other half was spent reading, re-reading, and commenting on...them, I loved to share my thoughts and feelings.When my search was over, I discovered a desolate void between new "classics". Yeah I know those voids don't last that long but try telling an addict like me. I became grateful for the old "classics", re-reading my favorite stories kept the walls of the void from closing in.Every night, like my poor. Maureen smoothed Mr. Rubin’s back until he reawakened from his lingering ecstatic torpor. She gently laid him sideways, fluffed the covers over them and cuddled his face to her boobs as he spun off into a well-earned journey to dreamland. She hoped he dreamed of her. She wanted to be his perpetual dream. During the night, Maureen awoke and silently left the bed. She filled the aerator scent capsules with a flowery mix, attuned to her plan for Mr. Rubin’s morning revelation. Maureen rejoined. We went to the guest room shower, and let the water flow down upon us.I soaped down the girl thoroughly, paying special attention to her breasts and ass.I played with her nipples as she soaped my cock and balls. She begged me to give her more cum, but I said, “later dear, good things cum in those who wait!”We rinsed off and went back in the bedroom and toweled each other down.“Now get dressed and doll yourself up, I’m going to wake Beth and Cindy and then clear the driveway. When your ready. But he was flattered that she was doing it. It was she who asked him to take her out. Over a period of time she was the one who introduced him to sex with a real person and he was in heaven. Then she got pregnant. Though shocking and life changing, it was still exciting. They never talked about an abortion. Claire was eager for him to marry her and he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life.To his surprise his father and mother encouraged the marriage. Claire’s father didn’t. But after.