Chapter 18

“It’s a passionate kiss, our first kiss. He’s holding me in his strong, masculine arms. I can feel power and strength in every part of him—his broad, hairy chest, his massive arms, and the thick stalk of his erect cock pressing into me. He’s like no other boy I’ve been with because he isn’t a boy. He’s a man. I can smell the oil and grease from the car on him, which arouses me immensely.”

Paul became aroused as he recounted his—or rather, Miranda’s—tale.

“We meet several times after that. It’s easier at first because he’s working on Daddy’s cars. Servicing them. Albert, our chauffeur, used to do the job, but Daddy had to let him go, as well as half a dozen other staff, due to some financial bother. Apparently, many of the wealthier families in the area are experiencing similar difficulties. With the modern age, there are modern problems. And already life is beginning to change at a dizzying rate.”