Watching from his position in the circle of candle-flame, Uncle Oliver knew the time for rejuvenation was at hand. He could see the faint shimmer of Edward’s spirit seeping from the eye of his c**k. He got down on all fours and presented his open arsehole in readiness to receive the spirit.
As the filmy energy touched his pink arse lips, he closed his eyes and breathed in. The spirit felt icy as it passed through the sphincter and into his bowels, though he could feel his nephew’s strength and youth almost immediately. There was also something else to it which unsettled him. He tried to put words to the sensation so he could describe it to Santo later. He needed to be able to say more than this time it felt ‘different.’
After taking a few moments to revel in the warm afterglow of accepti
