Steven’s and Laura’s moms were close, so they grew up seeing each other several times a year growing up. They got together a little less frequentl...y since Laura started college four years ago, but the whole family still gathered at least a couple times a year. Although Steven was four years younger than Laura, they had always been close. About the time Laura started college, Steven had begun to notice how attractive she was. It seemed every time he saw her since then she had gotten even hotter.. A man, fucking her. Not what she wanted. Ever.?First, the medicine,? I said. Her face grew a panicked look and I could see the ?N? word lurching toward the surface. I quickly grabbed the tube, shaped much like a clear plastic tampon, and worked the plunger, filling it with a viscous yellow fluid from a small bottle in our ?travel? kit. ?This will make you feel better, down there.??What...what is it???It’s lots of things, but mostly an aphrodisiac. You’ll like it.? I slid the tube into her. She was enjoying some lovely cums to accompany both mine and her play.When her juice reached my finger I tucked my index finger behind my middle finger to widen the hole I was trying to relax, and relax seemed to be the salient word. She was still in her own little euphoria and her bottom was opening to me. If I could move to fill my hand with saliva to cover the head of my cock, I needn't shift too far to disrupt her to press my cock into her slickened little private hole. I already knew that. Valjean was turned away by innkeepers because his yellow passport marks him as a former convict. He sleeps on the streets in dank misery and poverty.I felt the youthful confidence of a naïve lad who has only ever known life in his Apartment that things would work out for us. I was a clever boy. With my mother’s wits and willing service, we could navigate whichever version of story was going to unfold for us.We headed northeast on Rue de la Croix Nivert toward Rue Charles Lecocq. We left shortly.