It had been a long day, and all Jim Reynolds wanted to think about was taking in an evening run and enjoying a quiet Friday night at home. He had a full weekend planned ahead of him, finishing up the renovation work on his latest real estate investment. Running and working was his way of staving off depression. Since his divorce five years ago, he had been buying older homes, living in them while he updated them, and then selling them. If you didn’t mind living in substandard conditions for a while, it was a good way to make a tidy profit outside regular work, and keep your mind off growing old alone.
His latest project was nearing completion, but he had run into a snag with some plumbing and air conditioning problems. He figured he had about one more week before the house was livable, and then he would start selling it.
It took him less than five minutes to change into his running clothes, and as he walked out the door he was thankful that the heat of the day had passed and it was getting dark. He took off at a brisk pace, hoping to get in 3-5 miles. His running habit had kept his old body lean and fit, in much better condition than most his age.
Jim was nearing the end of his run when he came up on a young couple apparently having an argument in the street. The girl was getting up off the ground and the guy was yelling at her. It didn’t look right, so he slowed to a walk to make sure the girl was ok. He heard the man telling the girl to shut up and get in the car, and she was resisting. The man apparently didn’t see Jim coming up, and he grabbed the girl by the arm and tried to muscle her into the car.
“Hang on there, is everything ok here?” said Jim.
The man turned in surprise. “Yes, we’re fine,” he said quickly, not letting go of the girl’s arm.
Jim had a life-long philosophy of avoiding trouble, but he wasn’t about to let the man take the girl against her will. She looked scared, and was crying.
“Do you want to go with him?” Jim asked her.
She looked at Jim, and then at the man, and then at the ground. Slowly, she shook her head no.
The man got really perturbed, said something harsh to her that Jim couldn’t hear, and again tried to pull her by the arm toward the car.
Jim took a deep breath and steeled his will.
“I can’t let you take her if she doesn’t want to go,” Jim said with as much authority as he could muster. While Jim was older, the other guy was half a foot taller and 50 pounds of muscle heavier.
The man turned to glare at him. “Yeah,” he said. “And who are you?”
Jim tried to keep his cool, knowing he wasn’t going to win a fight. “I’m a cop,” he said. “And if you don’t let go of her, I’m going to have you arrested.”
The guy’s eyes got big, his arm loosened its grip, and Jim could see his boldness waiver.
“Whatever,” the guy said. He half pushed the girl away, got into the car and drove off.
Jim walked over to make sure the girl was ok, and as he got close to her he could see that her legs were dirty and one was bleeding. She was crying, and shaking.
“Hey, are you ok?” Jim said, touching her arm to console her. When she looked up at him, Jim realized for the first time that she was extremely attractive. She breathed in slowly to steady herself.
“Yes, I’m ok,” she said slowly. “Thank you so much for stopping, I’m no match for my boyfriend…my ex-boyfriend.”
“I’m glad I was here,” said Jim. “I live around the corner, can I give you a lift somewhere?”
The girl looked around and suddenly seemed to realize she didn’t have a ride, it was nearly dark, and her best option was a stranger. She looked at him carefully, trying to gauge his intentions.
“You… you’re Mr… you’re Beth’s dad,” she said suddenly.
Caught by surprise, Jim looked at the girl again to figure out who she was. Jim’s daughter Beth was 20 years old and spending the summer interning in another city. He had no clue who this girl was, but was guessing it was on of Beth’s friends from high school.
“I’m Maggie, Maggie Grogan, I used to hang out with your daughter in high school.
Jim’s mind tried to rewind, tried to place the girl, and he suddenly remembered Maggie Grogan. Only the Maggie he remembered was an awkward teenager with straggly hair and braces, who had so much trouble getting a date she took her little brother to the prom.
“Maggie, right, I remember you,” he said. Before he could stop himself he started a sentence he couldn’t finish. “You’ve gotten….really…a lot …. different — you’re a lot taller,” he stammered out.
Despite her predicament, Maggie couldn’t help but smile, and for the first time Jim saw the resemblance to the Maggie he remembered. She was a homely teenager, but she always had a great smile.
“Wait, I didn’t know you were a cop,” she said curiously.
“I’m not,” he said. “But that line works every time.”
On the short walk back to the house, Jim learned that Maggie had finished her second year at the local college and was working as a waitress over the summer. She had been dating Bill, her now ex-boyfriend, for about six months and it had been going poorly for a while. Unfortunately she had moved in with him about a month ago, so she was currently without a place to go. She had a friend she could stay with, and the plan was to call her from Jim’s house.
When they got back to the house, Maggie tried unsuccessfully to call her friend.
“Well, let me take care of that leg while we’re waiting,” Jim said, pointing her toward the kitchen.
Maggie looked down at her bloody leg and nodded. They walked into the kitchen and Jim had Maggie sit down on a kitchen chair. As he wet a towel in the sink, he explained that the kitchen sink was the only plumbing that was currently working.
“How do you take a shower?” Maggie asked with a grin.
“The last few days I’ve been using a hot tub I have on the deck,” Jim said. He kneeled in front of Maggie and began cleaning the blood and dirt off her legs.
“Oh,” said Maggie, and her eyebrows raised with what Jim thought was something between understanding and interest.
As he rubbed the cloth up and down first one leg and then the other, Jim became aware of Maggie’s young, toned legs. Her black skirt came up about mid thigh, and she coyly pulled the skirt up a little higher so he could clean the blood off. The higher the skirt got, the more he saw of her tanned, muscular legs and Jim suddenly became flustered at the realization that he was stroking his daughter’s friend’s legs. He stopped suddenly, rose to his feet, and pretended to survey his work, but mostly just enjoyed looking at her legs.
“Well, I got most of it cleaned up,” he said. “Your… you have very nice legs.”
“Good job,” she said, smiling and looking at her legs and then him. “I don’t want to keep you from anything.”
“Well, I am a little sweaty and need to get cleaned up,” he said. “I’m going to jump in the tub and get cleaned up, make yourself at home and I’ll drive you to your friend’s in a little while.”
“Ok, I’ll try to call again in a little while,” she said.
Jim stepped out onto the deck, flipped the jets on the hot tub, peeled his sweaty shirt off and stepped into the tub. He leaned back and closed his eyes, and made a conscious effort to not think about the fact that there was a very attractive girl a lot younger than him in his kitchen.
There is no way she is interested in you, he thought. If you hit on her you’re going to be humiliated. You can’t handle rejection right now.
When he opened his eyes again, she was standing beside the hot tub, looking at him, smiling.
“You look relaxed, do you want me to get you a beer?” she asked.
“Ah… sure,” Jim said, thinking a beer right now would be a bad idea that would taste really good.
As she walked back into the house, she stopped and turned to look back at him.
“Do you mind if I have one?” she asked smiling.
Jim felt a combination of embarrassment for being a bad host and weirdness for giving a beer to one of his daughter’s friends, but he nodded and gave her a thumbs up. She returned with two cold ones and sat down in a lawn chair by the hot tub. She had taken her shoes off and stretched her long legs out in front of her, causing Jim to drink close to half the beer in one swig.
Young, hot women are not attracted to old guys, he told himself.
Jim tried to keep the conversation light as they sipped the beers, him in the hot tub and her in the lawn chair. It was a beautiful, but humid night, and you could look up and see stars from the open air deck. In the distance, there was a faraway flash of lightning, portending a coming storm. The beer had gone straight to Jim’s head, as he had not eaten dinner, and his mind kept wandering as he looked at Maggie, who was recalling a story about a time when she and several friends had come to Beth’s for a sleepover, and had decided to catch all the neighborhood cats and herd them into Beth’s bedroom. But then the door got left open and a dozen cats were running loose in the house.
“I remember one of them ran into your bedroom, and I ran right in after it,” she said. “Just as I caught it, I looked up and you were standing in the bathroom with a towel on. I don’t think you saw me.”
Jim laughed and scratched his chin. “I don’t remember that!”
“Well, I remembered!” said Maggie, and suddenly realizing that she may have spoken the words to emphatically, she continued on. “Beth’s mom was so mad she sent us all home.”
Jim rolled his eyes. He kept telling himself he was imagining things, but it seemed like Maggie kept looking down at his bare chest as she was telling the story.
“Why did you and Beth’s mom get divorced?” Maggie said, taking a long draw off the beer.
Jim usually gave a stock answer to the question, but he decided to be honest for a change. “She found another guy, decided things would be better there.”
Jim felt Maggie’s eyes linger for a moment, drift up and down his chest. “I can’t imagine,” she said quietly.
Jim let that go, but he could feel his heart skip a beat. They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the night and watching the lightning in the distance. Eventually Maggie broke the silence.
“I think some of that road dirt got ground into my leg, I can’t get it out,” she said, looking at her leg. “Do you mind if I join you in there?”
Jim again felt his heart skip. “Ah… of course,” he stammered. “Beth keeps some clothes here in the second room on the right, I think she has a bathing suit in there.”
Maggie stood up and nodded. “OK, be right back.”
Jim sat up in the tub, stunned, listening to the bubbles gurgling up around him in the tub. She was going to get into the hot tub. With him. Don’t get carried away, he thought to himself. She is just being friendly.
When Maggie came back out on the deck, Jim’s heart didn’t skip a beat, it stopped completely. Dressed in his daughter’s sexy yellow swimsuit, carrying a beer in each hand, she was absolutely stunning. He knew she was fit before, but the swimsuit revealed a completely perfect body. Flat, toned stomach, long, lean legs, soft, shapely breasts. She stepped into the tub just a few feet from him, giving him a mind numbing look at her incredible body, handed him his beer, and eased down into the water opposite him in the tub. If Jim had not gone completely numb, his mouth would’ve been hanging wide open.
“You look very nice in that suit,” said Jim, trying to sound patronly.
“Thanks, its a good thing I’m about the same size as Beth,” she said. “The water feels great.”
Maggie slipped forward in the tub, letting her head sink below the water. It was an average size tub, so when she moved forward her legs came forward far enough to brush against Jim’s legs, and the light touch was electrifying. He realized, with a mix of arousal and embarrassment, that his cock had grown quite hard and was pushing the limits of his running shorts. Maggie came back up out of the water and sat back against the edge of the hot tub, her torso out of the water, her arms resting behind her, her eyes closed. She was an incredible vision, and Jim got the sense that she knew he was looking at her and she wanted him to. That was a good thing, because he could not take his eyes off her.
She’s just teasing you old man, he thought. She’s going to tell all her friends about how she teased an old man until he made a pass at her, and then how she shot him down.
As they sat in the gurgling peace of the hot tub, the storm that had been off in the distance gradually moved closer. Flashes of lightning began to become brighter, and the slow, steady roll of thunder began to get louder. After a long quiet spell, there was a bright flash and a loud crack, and both sat forward in the tub.
“I guess we’d better get out,” Jim said, and he began to stand up before remembering that the protrusion in his shorts was going to be an issue. As he came out of the water he turned to the side and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. When he turned back to look at Maggie, she had a sly grin on her face, and he got the impression that he had not been successful at hiding his arousal. She stood up and he handed her a towel, and as the first few drops of rain began to fall they clamored back into the house. They had just gotten back into the house and were standing in the kitchen when another flash of lightning hit, a huge crack of thunder, and the lights blinked and nearly went out.
“That was close, we almost got caught in the dark,” Jim said.
Almost immediately, another boom, the lights went out and completely and the two of them were in total darkness waiting for their eyes to adjust.
“I guess that one was closer,” whispered Maggie. “At least now we can take the towels off.”
Jim had a mental image of Maggie standing a few feet away from him, taking her towel off, standing there in the kitchen in a swimsuit.
“I’ve got some candles in the cabinet behind you,” he said. “Let me slide by you and I’ll get them.”
They both chose the same direction to go by one another, and walked straight into each other in the dark. Jim’s reached out to steady her from the contact, and his hands found the warm bare skin of her torso. He felt her hands come up instinctively onto his chest, but it was still so dark he couldn’t see anything.
“Oops,” said Maggie, giggling hysterically. Her laughter made him laugh as well. He backed away from her.
“Ok, I’ll go right and you go left,” he said, not realizing that while the directions were different, they were facing each other, so when they started forward again they ended up at the same place, bumping into each other in a half embrace in the dark.
Now they were both giggling, realizing their mistake. Jim’s hands felt so warm and good on Maggie’s beautiful body he did not want to let the embrace end.
“Well now that I know where you are NOW, let me just waltz by you to get to the candles,” Jim said, still laughing. They moved in unison this time, their bodies still in a half embrace, until he had moved around to the other side of her. There eyes had adjusted enough to make out shapes in the dark, but they still lingered in the embrace, before Jim finally eased away and turned to the cabinet, his mind and body on fire.
As the light from the first candle bathed the kitchen in warm light, he saw Maggie coming into focus, standing in the middle of the kitchen with a smile on her face, looking a bit flushed. She had indeed taken off her towel, and looked even more glorious in the soft glow of the candlelight. Another ominous roll of thunder caused her to turned her attention to the window.
“I wonder how long this storm is going to be,” she said. “Its probably a bad idea to drive me somewhere in this.”
Jim looked at his watch, it was past 10, and then outside, where the rain was coming down in sheets.
“Maggie, you are welcome to stay here the night, you can take the bed and I’ll take the couch, and then I’ll take you to your friend’s house tomorrow,” he said. “I think Beth has some pajamas or whatever here you can borrow.”
Maggie nodded in agreement, and they had the usual standard battle you would expect over who gets the couch and who gets the bed, but Jim was insistent. The arrangements settled, they each took a candle and went their separate ways to put on some dry clothes.
As he walked back to the bedroom to change clothes, Jim was trying to appear cool and calm, but inside his mind and body were in turmoil. Either he was being hit on by a beautiful girl way younger than he was, or he was totally misreading the situation. His mind replayed the events of the evening as he slowly changed out of his wet shorts and into some dry ones. He stopped for a moment to look at himself in the mirror, trying to convince himself he was still desirable. Then he thought about Maggie, and felt like kicking himself for thinking that a girl that young and attractive would be interested in him. As he pulled a t-shirt on a flash of lightning lit up the room, and he thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. When he looked in that direction he noticed the bedroom door was slightly ajar.
Had she been looking in? Did she think he was a pervert leaving the door half open? Or a dork for not taking her into his arms?
He shook it off and walked back into the kitchen. It was still raining and storming, but his eyes had adjusted to the darkness so he could make out shapes pretty well. He was putting a blanket down on the couch when Maggie came out, holding a candle, dressed in a short, silky white bathrobe.
“I’m going to turn in, but I wanted to tell you again how much I appreciate everything,” she said softly.
Jim was only half listening, his mind entranced by how good she looked in white, how aroused he had become once again. He had made up his mind that she was worth taking a chance for. He was going to walk right up and take her into his arms, pull her close and give her a night of passion she would never forget. Or be slapped and embarrassed. He never got the chance to find out.
“Anyway, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t been there,” she continued. “Thanks so much for being there for me, Mr. Reynolds.”
Mr. Reynolds. MR. Reynolds. The words rung a thousand times in his ears.
He caught his breath enough to respond. “I’m glad I was there to help honey,” he said. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
With that she turned slowly and walked to his bedroom, the one where he had just been changing clothes. He watched her long silky legs moving like works of art, go into the room and pull the door closed.
Jim Reynolds felt the air and the blood and most of the heart go out of him. He felt old, foolish, even a little perverted. He laid back on the couch, put his hands behind his head, and counted the raindrops hitting the skylight.
Two hours later, he was still staring up at the ceiling. The rain had stopped and it had gotten warmer, and his mind kept going back to scenes from earlier, which wasn’t helping to cool him off. Flustered by the heat and pent up frustration, he took his shirt off and pushed the sheet down to his waist. At some point he half dozed off, lying on his back, and he heard a noise that woke him up.
It was Maggie, standing beside the couch, looking down at him.
“I…I couldn’t sleep,” she said slowly.
“Yeah, I’m sorry it gets hot in here without the a/c,” he said.
“Its not that,” she replied. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
Jim sat up slightly on the arm of the couch and gave her his full attention. In doing so he opened up some space beside him on the couch, and she took it as an invitation and sat down by his waist on the couch. He was fighting the urge to become aroused again, when he noticed that up close it was apparent that Maggie was upset. He impulsively laid a hand on her arm and asked her what was wrong.
Maggie took a deep breath to settle herself before starting her story. “You told me something a long time ago that changed my life,” she said quietly. “I was spending the night with Beth. It was late, I was in the kitchen when you came home. I was crying. and you asked me what was wrong.”
Something clicked in the back of Jim’s mind and he had an unexpectedly vivid flash of memory. A summer night, many years ago, he had been working late. It had been a miserable day, and it had been raining, raining hard, he had dropped some important papers on the way inside and was just about to scream when he had seen Maggie, crying softly in the kitchen. His memory played out as she retold the story.
“I didn’t want to talk about it, but you insisted, so I told you,” Maggie continued. “Beth and I had been talking about boys we liked, and we had called this boy that I thought was cute. I asked him if he thought I was pretty. He said I was pretty…ugly. He said even time couldn’t fix me, I’d never be beautiful. I was 14 years old. I was devastated.”
Maggie’s eyes teared up as she told the story. Jim was transfixed on her, watching her now and trying to remember the past.
“I’ll never forget what you told me,” she said slowly. “You told me that I was not going to be beautiful someday.”
Jim’s eyes narrowed as he tried to remember. Maggie’s hand came forward to steady herself, and her hand came to rest on Jim’s chest. She stifled a sob and collected herself.
“You told me I was beautiful now,” she continued. “You told me that I would always be beautiful. And you told me that anyone who said differently was an idiot.”
Unable to control her emotion, she fell forward, her head on his chest. Jim put his arm on her back to comfort her, feeling her soft hair and wet tears on his bare chest. After a moment, she sat back up.
“I’ve never told anyone this,” she said. “I was in the kitchen to get a knife. That night, I wanted to die.”
The words hung in the still night air, a lifting of a burden for Maggie, a stunning revelation for Jim that had his mind reeling. Several moments passed, before a low rumble of thunder broke the quiet. Maggie wiped her eyes looked up toward the window and then back to Jim.
“You changed my life that night,” she said. “I am so glad I had the chance to see you again, to get up the nerve to tell you.”
Jim was too moved to speak. In his harried state of mind that night so many years ago, he easily could’ve told Maggie to not worry about it and just go back to bed. He was so thankful he had taken the time to say those kind words.
Maggie took his hand warmly and stood up beside the couch, her elegant fingers holding on to his strong hand.
“Anyway, thank you again,” she said. “Thank you for what you said that night, and thank you for tonight. I haven’t had many positive experiences with men, and you have been so kind to me tonight. You changed my opinion of myself back then, and you changed my opinion about men tonight.”
Jim finally found his voice. “I’m glad I could be there for you,” he said, and he squeezed her hand.
She nodded and smiled down at him, and then looked down the hall toward the bedroom. For a long moment, she stood there in silence, holding his hand.
“I think its a lot hotter out here than it is in the bedroom,” she said softly. “If you get too hot out here, you are welcome to come join me.”
Her fingers slipped away from his hand as the words settled into his brain. Jim watched in stunned silence as she walked down the hallway to the bedroom. She left the door slightly ajar, showing the warm glow from the candles he had given her.
Jim sat up on the couch. His heartbeat soared. She wanted him. After a few moments, he stood up and walked to the bedroom door. He stood by the doorway for a few seconds before pushing the door open and stepping into the candlelit room.
Maggie heard him come in and rose to her knees on the bed, holding the sheet in front of her. As Jim looked at her looking at him with lust, he suddenly felt stronger, more virile, more desirable than he had ever felt before. He felt her eyes move over him, standing in front of her in nothing but a pair of thin shorts. He knew his erection was standing hard and obvious, he could see her looking at it, and he didn’t care.
Then she let the sheet go, and Jim’s breath went away as the sheet slowly fell, revealing the most gorgeous body Jim had ever imagined. She had not just turned out beautiful, she had turned out perfect, and judging by the way she held herself she was quite confident about that. His cock was aching to be out of his shorts, and he pulled them loose and let them fall to the floor, and once again he could see her eyes looking at him lustfully. He loved the feeling of her looking at him, at his cock, that was rock hard and pointing proudly skyward.
They stayed like that for a few moments, six feet apart, letting the tension build, neither in any hurry, and then she rose from the bed and walked over to him. He reached out to her and she melted into his arms, and their lips meet for a long, warm, kiss, and then another, and both of them were consumed with passion. She pulled back and looked into his eyes, smiled, and kissed his neck lightly.
“There’s something I’ve been wondering about all night,” she said softly, kissing his chest. “I can’t decide what I should call you.” She kneeled slightly and kissed one side of his stomach, then the other. “Should I call you … Mr. Reyonlds?” she said, kneeling in front of him and looking up at him with adoring eyes. Her eyes were level with his outstretched cock now. “Should I call you… Beth’s daddy?” she said, teasing him with kisses that narrowly missed his throbbing cock. “Or should I call you….Jim” her lips found the head of Jim’s cock and she gave him a gentle, wet kiss, her tongue coming out for a taste, all with her gorgeous eyes fixed on Jim looking down at her.
His hands came to either side of her head and he stroked her hair gently as her mouth ravaged his cock. “You can call me whatever you wish” he managed to stammer out. He looked to the side and realized they were standing in front of the mirror, and the images he saw were a stunningly beautiful young woman kneeling in front of a strong, handsome man. He felt peaceful but dynamic. It did not take him long, and his orgasm was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was incredible, but not intense, he was totally relaxed the entire time and it was like a total body release, where everything just felt like it softly flowed out of him through his cock and into her warm mouth, and it seemed to go on for ever, and the entire time there eyes were locked in a knowing embrace. How she was able to swallow it all he had no idea.
He lifted her up and kissed her again and again, and then picked her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed, setting her down softly and looking down at her.
“Wow,” she said. “That was something.”
Now it was his turn for a confession. “I haven’t had sex…” he stopped for a moment. “I haven’t had sex or been with a woman in five years.”
Maggie’s eyes widened. “I guess you have some catching up to do,” she smiled.
“You have no idea,” he said. “But you will.”
Almost on cue, the rain began to fall again outside, turning into a steady pounding.
Over the next hour, Jim treated Maggie to the most devoted physical attention she had ever experienced. There was not an inch of her body that he didn’t kiss, lick and caress, and it was clear that he enjoyed it as much or more than she did. She had never felt so cherished, and never felt as fulfilled. Three times she asked him to make love to her, three times he had put her off to focus only on her pleasure. He had always enjoyed performing oral sex on a woman, but with her he couldn’t get enough. She felt and tasted so good on his tongue, and watching her writhe around in ecstasy, pulling his head toward her, wrapping her legs around him, it was the most wonderful thing he’d ever experienced. Clearly, she enjoyed every minute as well.
He probably would’ve continued on until the morning, but as much as he was enjoying going down on her, he was entranced by the feel of her lips, and couldn’t wait to get back to kissing her. He had also been rock hard again almost immediately, and was aching to be inside her. They both seemed to be on the same wavelength, enjoying every moment, in no hurry. Laying on top of her, he showered her face with kisses, and eased his cock into position just outside her warm, wet pussy. He knew she was more than ready to take him inside her, but he went in slow, teasing her gently with just the head of his cock first, then a little deeper, inching in, until finally sliding in all the way, with both of them gasping simultaneously, smiling to each other.
Throughout their lovemaking, Jim could never go long without coming back to her warm, soft lips, it was an obsession. No matter what position they found themselves in, it had to be close enough for their lips to meet. Even when he was on his back and she was on her knees riding high, he would have to occasionally lean up to kiss those lips again. As she slowly gyrated around on top of him, he found her lips with his fingers, and she sucked on one, and then two, closing her eyes and pushing him into her deeper.
In all of her life, Maggie had never had a lover so gentle and loving, yet overwhelmingly passionate. She was more accustomed to 10 minute slam sessions with self-absorbed boys. In the past, she had never wanted sex to last long, but tonight, she didn’t want it to end.
Jim was happy to accommodate. They made slow, relaxed love for almost an hour before Jim finally climaxed, sitting up with Maggie’s legs wrapped around his back, her arms pulling him close, and kissing softly and passionately. They continued to kiss long after his erection had eased, and as they eased themselves down onto the bed, the rain outside slowly subsided to a drizzle. They lay quietly on the bed, her head nestled on his shoulder, her warm leg thrown over his, listening to the faraway rumble of thunder. They should’ve been exhausted, but both of them felt alive and invigorated. Neither felt any need to speak for a long time, but eventually Maggie did.
“I’ve had a thousand fantasies with you since I was 14 years old,” she said. “But that was better than any of them.”
Despite the fact that he had just made love for almost an hour, Jim felt his cock stiffen once again at the comment. Maggie had done something he could not have imagined. She had changed his life.