It was with great pity that I watched the small sparrow hop along the wall beneath my window, practically throwing itself into the immovable object wh...le gaining at most a half-centimeter of altitude as it instinctively attempted to fly. But flight was clearly not possible, not yet, and my brain stopped me from acting upon my instinct, reasoning that if the parent birds were to come back and somehow assist the youngling, they would immediately reject their offspring if they smelled my scent. I couldn’t resist, while my fingers slowly ran up her thighs. I could see the shocked look in her eyes as she felt me starting to touch her cunny. Her slit started to ooze as my fingers at first ran through it then slowly entered right up to the third knuckle. I wanked with one hand and finger fucked her with the other while Maureen kissed and worked on her now completely naked breasts. The mother’s head rested on Maureen’s shoulder as she moaned asking if anyone could walk in or perhaps hear. It was still over a week before I could talk to them directly.Wait a minute, maybe I could learn to do what Aklag did. I was sure as hell going to try. Maybe the only reason that I had not been able to talk with them was simply because I had never tried.I took Aklag aside and told him what I wanted to do. He was not sure, but he was willing to try. He and I went into his cart and got comfortable sitting next to each other. He had me do some meditation exercises to get me in the right frame of. That’s how it was for Peter Smith. Peter was depressed that he didn’t have a girlfriend. It’s hard to do things when you’re depressed. It was even harder when he went through puberty to discuss things with his parents. He would breakdown and become anxious.Lucky for him there was the internet. He googled his questions and his problems were answered. He learned about sex and anything pertaining to sex.In his exploration of sex, he also encountered porn. It was like a kid finding candy. He could.