"Hey mom" She said in her cute as ever voice."Oh Hey sweetie, how are you darling" I approached and kissed her on her smooth cheeks then a long one on...the lips."I know right, am great, running an office for finance help, am basically the manager" she said with the biggest smile on her face."OH MY...I knew I raised a good son, well done you" I Held her shoulders with tears almost forming up."Tell me now, how did you get the job?" I questioned, as we walked towards the kitchen for some wine, then. Feeling sorry forthemselves. And, ultimately, waiting to die. Much like myself of late, I'mafraid. But, miraculously, one of them realizes that it was when they gave upthe games of their childhood that they began to grow old. And all it takes tobecome young again is to let go of your fear and grief and hurt.And start playing kick-the-can once more.Unfortunately, I'm afraid it's not that simple for me; my childhood was neverall that blissful. By the age of five I realized that, in my case, some. It was like being in a group of eleven year olds. Old enough to understand and ask detailed and very pertinent questions, young enough to still be fascinated by this weirdness. Elf-girls would ask to see her intimate details, and then pull up their own dresses to compare. They were smoother, less complicated in their genital makeup; but they never expressed disgust or disapproval, just interest. Caroline was just different. They looked on with amazement when blood oozed from her vagina “So .... " I turned to him and he leaned in and tried to kiss me but I resisted and pushed him back. "No, it’s not right," I said, breathing heavily. I gasped out loud when he began feeling up my dick that was growing with his hand. My cheeks began to redden as I got hot with excitement but I managed to push him away with all of my strength so I could get to my feet and walk away. The guy chased after me and I broke into a run. "Why are you running?" I heard him shout out. He was a lot faster me and.