My sister’s daughter Carolyn is an attractive kid. She just turned 18, but she is still in high school. She was very beautiful as a young child, but through adolescence she developed complexion problems and it seemed that her nose grew faster than the rest of her face. She still has some that gangly look that teenagers often have when they are growing faster than they can adapt to emotionally. But mature’s into an adult, it is clear that she is becoming a beautiful woman.
My mother recently passed away, and Carolyn was helping me prepare some of her property for an estate sale. Carolyn was trying to polish two large silver candlestick holders, rubbing this way and that, but was not making much progress.
“Here, let me show how to do it”, I said, taking one of the candlestick holders from her. I ran my hand up and down the shaft of the holder, saying “just do it like you’re giving your boyfriend a handjob.”
Carolyn blushed a little but broke into a big grin. “Oh, I can sure do that”, she said, as she began pumping her had rapidly along the shaft of the holder she still had.
I looked on in surprise as she jerked her hand up and down the candlestick holder. “It does look like you’ve had some practice. Your boyfriend’s a lucky fella”, I said.
“I don’t have a boyfriend”, Carolyn said, looking deeply into my eyes while continuing her stroking of the holder, “my girlfriends and I do it for the guys to keep them from trying to get into our pants.”
I could feel a bulge growing in my own pants as the conversation continued.
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