I knew for sure he was a fighter, because I saw some scars on his body.He removed his lower coverings, and I got my first glimpse at the differences b...tween females, and not-females. And what a difference it was.He had a large, fleshy tubular object extending from his waist. Just below his navel. It stood out from his body, bobbing up and down as he moved. And below that? Two fleshy bags of skin, with lumps in them. How very peculiar, I thought. How very, very peculiar. The race of man is. " Ohhhhh," sighed Layla. "Well congratulations!" Anyway, I need coffee, and if I have to listen to you two this morning I might just faint dead away when all the blood goes to my..." He stopped and blushed. "Just do your thing, OK?"They were already intimately aware of what chapter five was going to be like. Of course, it had been written with them in the setting of petting on the couch in Mr. Wilson's living room. They started by kissing and his hands did the same things they had done. "Daniel, what are you doing?" Just letting my Mommy know that I love her." I don't think either Stacy or Michael should ever know about what we did, last night," she remarked."Are you ashamed of it?" I asked."No, we'll just fuck everything up by telling our 'significant others' about this. Keep it to yourself, Danny." Can we do it again, sometime?" I asked."Maybe ... Don't change how you are around me." You are just a plethora of horniness, aren't you?" Danny" Mom, can I help it if I love my. I love the feeling of her moist, warm skin, still pressed in a bit from being inside her panties, a subtle smell of perspiration mixed with lust. Then I lick just underneath her clit. Her lips part for me as I nestle the tip of my tongue in between them, flicking up and down with quick strokes. I can anticipate the exact expression on her face as she lets out a sigh, closes her eyes, and settles back into the pillow. Slowly her clit will swell under my touch. I watch it grow as her breathing.