My hips flexed, trying to work my cock in and out of her hand. “Am I doing this right? It’s been a while,” she asked, dragging her hand up and d...own my shaft. Precum leaked from my tip, and ran down my shaft and over her hand, but she didn’t seem to mind. It felt good. More than good. But even if it wasn’t good, it would still be amazing. Never in a hundred years would I ever imagine that I’d actually have my daughter’s sweet hand on my dick. “Keep going,” I said, my tone thick with need. Nia. He then moved with ease. Levels two and three required little more than practice. Each step progressively easier. He could now move with a thought and alter reality at will. By this point he knew there was more out there than he understood. He studied, researched, theorized and postulated until he could alter level four. Creation on the basic level was easy. With his knowledge on modification and destruction he took what was there changed it radically and destroyed any trace of what lay before.. "I tried not to wake you."Erica yawned an stretched, her breasts bobbling gently at him. "You didn't. I just woke up." She looked at him apraisingly, a smile quirking the corners of her mouth. "You look delicious, Mr. Rourke."He looked down at himself then grinned at her. "Now you're just trying to flatter an old man." And from the looks of it, it's working," she grinned back at him. "Come here , old man." She crooked a finger towards him. He came towards the bed and she leaned forward, her. He felt like they were fairly fixed up for the winter, food-wise, but they would need money. And panning for gold was the only way he knew how to make money. They returned time and time again to the big creek, to pan and fish, where they’d been the day they ran into the Peacekeepers. He had found another pan, and taught Dylan, and he and Dylan panned while Girl and Bear took baths and kept watch. To his pleasure he’d discovered that he could get his feet into Girl’s original boots, the large.