My mom had died when I was born. I'd almost died too, but I hadn't, and I was pretty glad about that. Someone had to take care of my dad. I didn't min... it either. Cooking and cleaning was pretty okay for me. I even took care of the bills. I'd gotten good at that stuff and I think my dad felt a little guilty about it, but he knew his limitations too. He was a good engineer and provided us with a good life, but he really needed a wife to be complete.He was a good looking man too, for being in his. " She covered her fear well. "Um, I must be mistaken. It's the next one down." Well, I think you're lying to me." I grasped her shoulder. "It's okay, sweetie. I'm not gonna bite. You running away?" I'm eighteen. I don't need to runaway."I cupped her chin, stroking her fair cheek. She was delicious. I was going to enjoy her. I didn't have to hold back like I used to. So many years I had been dealing with troubled or drunk teens, their nubile bodies just begging to be touched.Praise the Living. ..if we already have plans for Friday night, how about a movie on Saturday night?" Ok. What would you like to see?"I hadn't thought about that and really didn't even know what was playing."Ah.... I'll let you pick the movie." I guess I was going to find out the hard way what kind of movies Mary liked. Even if Mary picked some dopey romantic girl movie, I still got to spend two hours in a dark theater with Mary. Not too bad, but better if we could spend a few hours in my room afterwards. I would. There's one other thing I want to show you first." She moved the tip of my finger up to the top of her slit 'til it ran into a little bump. When she moved my fingertip around that bump, I was surprised it actually started to get bigger and stiffer.Beth let out a little groan n' said, "This is called the clitoris. When you first start to develop as a little baby inside your mama's womb, this little bump becomes a penis if you're a boy or a clitoris if you're a girl. Now, you know how sensitive.