You’ll want winter boots, warm pants and a parka with a hood, gloves and scarf. When we moved, my mom said it was worse because we’d lived somewhe...e warm.”“It can’t be that bad,” she said skeptically.“Bad enough that people die when it gets bad. Or get frostbite and lose toes. You’re too pretty to start losing parts of you to frostbite if you can help it. Anyway, that’s months away. Ask your professors and some of the local students. They’ll help you prepare. So what’s your major?”“Psychology,”. I was a good example. Fourteen years old and had never kissed a girl. However, I was shown how to kiss another man. Obviously, I had never had sex with a girl, but I was taught how to pleasure a man sexually and enjoy his pleasure in return. It was all I knew about sex and I learned to adapt to it as a way of life, really a way of survival, at the time. Had circumstances never exposed me to homosexuality; if my comfortable life at home had gone on uninterrupted; I doubt very much I would ever. I could see him sitting on the couch in his birthday suite. Because of the darkness in the kitchen behind me, neither of them could see me as I crouched at the top of the stairs. She had lit a number of her candles for light as well as mood.Tonight the candles would provide enough light for me to see all. His growing cock looked bigger now that he had no clothes on. She stood in front of him still robed and her eyes feasting on his semi-hard cock. She untied the belt of her robe and allowed it. Philosophy, religion, business, and whatnot ... need I say more?Trish had us well lubed, per her usual practice, and both hands were gliding up and down, up and down.“You know, boys, it wasn’t until I got to County Cavan that I learned that Jesus was Irish.”Froggy said, “Irish! I thought he was Jewish.”Now our friend is a sweet as buttermilk, but he often doesn’t grasp the finer points of scholarship. I corrected the lad gently, “No, Froggy, Jesus was Episcopalian. Learned that in Sunday.