Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master 60 I Love Having Your Eyes On Me

It wasn't much more than five minutes later that they were pulling out his driveway on the trip to his grandparent's house. For his own part, Stephen found it hard to concentrate on the road, as he kept sneaking glances at his pa.s.senger. He a.s.sumed no one could blame him, as with the windows down, and her light brown hair waving with the wind, there was not a more beautiful woman on the planet to him. And yet, she wasn't even technically a woman.

"You know," she started, shooting a sideways glance at him. "I've only been in your world since this morning, but I'm pretty sure you need to keep your eyes on the road, right? Unless this thing drives itself," she said, cheekily.

"Er, sorry," stammered Stephen, his eyes darting back in front of him. She just laughed and rested her hand on his.

"Nothing to be sorry about at all, Stephen. I love having your eyes on me. You make me feel so desired, and so s.e.xy."

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Stephen wrinkled his brow in confusion, "Just from my eyes on you? That seems a bit odd."

"Does it?" She asked. "How do you feel when I look at you like this?" She put on her best seductive look, with her mouth slightly parted and her eyes closing just slightly. It was a bedroom look if Stephen ever saw one, and he felt a thickening taking place within his pants.

"Okay, I think I understand now," he said, seriously heated.

She just smiled at him, before it slowly dropped and she made a more serious face. "So we are off to see your grandfather. I take it it's rather serious, then?"

Stephen nodded, "Unfortunately, yes. He's getting up there in age and lately, he just doesn't have the control necessary to keep his balance like he used to. It just makes it so tough. Growing up, he was the closest thing to a father figure I've ever known. My own father ditched us when I was only ten, and my grandpa stepped in as much as he could. He always told my mother that my father was no good, and it appears he was right."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Stephen," she said, her hand gently squeezing his own.

"It's okay, and thank you. I just learned so much about being a man from him. He was my idol for what masculinity should look like, and it just gets so hard to see him breaking down like this. This is the second time he's fallen this month. I'm worried that one day he's just going to fall and not be able to recover."

"Does your grandmother still take care of him?"

"As much as she can, but she's getting up there in age as well. Mom has talked about them possibly going into a retirement facility but they won't even hear of it. They've been in the same house since 1953 and asking them to move just isn't in the cards."

"That has to be hard," she replied gently. "Watching them grow old."

"Very hard," he agreed. "You would like my grandpa especially though. Not only does he always have a joke or witticism, but I swear he's done and seen everything."

"Well to me, it sounds like the apple hasn't fallen far from the tree," she replied.

Stephen had to let out a little laugh, even though he knew she wasn't trying to make fun. "I wish that were the case. I'm certainly not wise, can't tell any jokes, and just don't have his charisma."