Mom sighed. “Okay, but not another Bruce Willis thing.”“You know you love those movies,” I joked.“Well, the last one where he jumped off the...bridge onto the wing of the jet fighter was a little over the top.”“You mean people don’t do that?” I said facetiously.“Not normal people.”“Okay, I’ll get something that’s not too violent. I’ll give you one of my famous foot massages while we watch,” I offered.“Mmmm,” she said. “It’s been too long since you last gave me a foot massage.”We stopped at. ”“How much?”“I don’t know. As long as it takes,” I said, feeling pressured. I was still soft, which made me embarrassed. “It has to be hard first.”“How do I make it hard?” she asked, looking up into my eyes. As I stared back into her impossibly blue eyes, my stomach fluttered a little. They were big and innocent, and they looked at me with a certain longing that excited me. She must really want that human seed. “Oh, that worked,” she said with a beaming, perfect smile. “What did I do?”I was,. But there's a lot of young bucks sniffing around."Felicity had been flattered by the older man's interest. He was a handsome man and he had a big house with lots of stuff in it, even a satellite television. And Uncle Harry had, for the past two years, been helping her understand more about marriage even though she was not really sure that he should have."Please, do sit down Felicity, my dear," Reverend Wilson intoned as he looked appraisingly at the fourteen-year-old girl. At his direction she. Content. Blissful, like all her dreams had come true. Still without a word, she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, just a peck, and left the room.I don’t know if it was the silence, or the look of satisfaction on her face, or even the kiss, but for the first time, Anne left me needing to jerk off straight after one of her visits.2:It didn’t take long for nightly handjobs to turn into nightly blowjobs. And it shouldn’t have surprised me, but Anne was amazing. Admittedly I didn’t have.