If there was still man dough, it could help making a man just perfect for Harvey.“Harv, I know just what you need, a man of your own to satisfy you ...exually, and this is something you can brew up”“Can I? really? I don’t remember reading about it in the magic book”“Have you read it fully? Everything there is to know is there”“Not all, just read some chapters, according to my fancy”“Bring the magic book and look for man dough”Harvey brought the book and opened the chapter I had told him. He. Kelly headed to bed.Luckily, the next day was Sunday. We woke up and fucked, fucked again later, went shopping for a while, came home and fucked some more. I was thinking that Kelly working at the bar could be a great thing for us!Kelly had gotten me to commit to driving her to the bar for her trial run on Tuesday. We arrived a bit before seven and Kelly was supposed to be there until eleven. I grabbed a table in the corner and ordered a beer.Kelly was wearing her mini-skirt and a front-hook. It's actually ME that's effecting them; but I don't correct them. I just take their hot loads, and am happy with that!Jason is virtually silent as I work his cock over, and that includes the moment of orgasm (except for the speed of breathing, which I can hear clearly through the plywood divider panel)! But, it's the power of his ejaculations that tells me how good I've done! Plus, even after he's come, his cock will remain almost as hard as it was at the beginning, and he let's me lavish. The main building is a big yellow mansion that was built around 1810. Back then it was in the middle of nowhere, and even though the city grew up around it, it still has like a hundred acres of woods and gardens. Every spring, they open up the grounds for the Azalea Festival. It was awesome the Sunday we went. The blossoms were at their peak, and the bushes were higher than my head and trimmed into perfect balls, scarlet and white and pink and purple, that covered the grounds like a big woolly.