He was embarrassed and weary of being a virgin at hisage. It wasn?t that he hadn?t had opportunities. He wasn?t magneticallyattractive and charismatic...the way some men were, but he was good-lookingenough, with a boyishly handsome face, brownish-blonde hair, and a little bitof fuzzy facial hair that made him look more like 20 than his actual 30. He hada slender, appealing build ? a bit paler and softer than he would have liked,but school teaching by day and drinking and reading by night didn?t. " "You don't have to apologize baby." Monica hugged him close to her chest, "I loved your father too, I haven't been with anyone since." The two embraced tightly, Ethan stood to take his mama into his arms and they began to sway, slow dancing to some song playing in their minds. After a while, Ethan turned on some music in order to waltz with Monica; as they moved together, her breasts rubbed against his chest and his hands slipped to hold her hips. Perfume radiated from her neck, the sensual. He and his father bond over this and the experiences his dad had growing up around that time. Ah the 50's -who needs 50 states and civil rights? Korea ? oh that's a police action, not a war- trust me father knows best. Pearls and heels go so well with a kitchen apron -("and may I say you look particularly stunning this fine morning , Mrs. Cleaver ?" "Thank you, Eddie"). So one weekend he goes downtown to the passport photo place, and has an identification card made. It's not official, but acts. The contrast between the soft fleshy folds and the hard, red pearl that peeked out of its protective sheath only added more enjoyment. Adèle, once again surprised at how skilled the youth was, purred and moaned as her whole body basked in the sensual pleasure. Momentarily forgetting where she was, she threw her head back… closing her eyes… as she slipped her hands beneath her knees raising them in an outward movement, making her cunt even more accessible to the probing tongueRoss’s tongue.