. this way," she stammered, "You touched me down there with your fingers and your tongue. But you said that you put your... um... you know... that," s...e reached out and touched the slowly rising bulge at his crotch, "Into mommy down there." Oh," he said with realization. "You are talking about intercourse."She nodded. "Why can't I feel what that feels like?" Well, hmmmm," he began to search for an answer. "I worry that it might hurt you. You are still pretty small down there." It won't hurt. Image is everything.My clothes make me look like a dufus, but beneath them I'm actually pretty normal, even exceptional. I wrestled in high school, still building on my nerd image. I wore black socks when everyone else wore white socks. I kept on those glasses until I actually went out on the mat to wrestle. It was then I was transformed into something of a monster. One kid I wrestled told me afterwards, "When I saw those glasses, I thought I was wrestling Clark Kent. Then you took them off and. ‘Oh no, I’m sorry!’ rushes out from her amidst a stream of giggles ‘I didn’t mean to, come here and let me see.’ Holding both sides of my face in her hands she pulls me close to inspect the nick and then pulls me closer into a kiss. ‘There, all better?’ comes the age-old comfort. She looks up at me with love in her eyes and I respond by pulling her in for another kiss. I can be late for work today. She returns my kiss and quickly deepens it into fullness. Her hands return to the touches that. After all, how could she not since June obviously looked sexy in them as well. The older sister decided she should get a pair like this, if only to wear when she planned to have someone see them.Finally, fully dressed and satisfied with the final product as she turned back and forth in front of the mirror, May headed for the front door, stopping only long enough to take one of June's coats from the hall closet since May's winter jacket was never going to do.As she strode down the four flights.