I was surprised at myself for what I was doing and thought about getting up but my own desire was boiling over and I could feel myself getting wet and...craving the feeling of my daddys cock inside me. My dad finally pushed me away from his cock pulling me from my fixated trance as I heard him say Honey, we better stop before this goes too far. I wiped my face and sat back onto the bed behind me trying to figure out what had happened. As I looked up at my dad I could see by the look in his eyes. That’s the wholesome non questionable bit.b) When I was a school boy I had such fun, over 2-3 years. I explored every shape and size of penis and leant how they worked, how they got excited. Each was tiny by comparison with now. I got the shock of my life when I first encountered a grown-up cock of another student. I can remember now sharing the view, the feel, the sensation with the other boys surrounding me. I moved on. I stopped playing with men and found the female form. Now I would love. "Laura glanced around the room. "Where is she then?" Like I was saying, she's out in the kitchen, helping Maggie with the FreeLunch. Ye can say yuir hellos when ye go in to get an apron. Don't be too longat it, though. This place needs a good sweeping up and ye, m'girl, are just theone to be doing it." I'll get right to it, then. Where's Jane by the way?" Laura looked aroundwarily this time. She wasn't sure how ready she was to see her "sister." Upstairs cleaning the rooms. I should be warning. His mother and I were proud and sad at the same time; proud because it marked the start of a new journey for Danny; sad because the journey of boyhood was coming to an end. Eighteen years seem like a long time. To him, those years were timeless and eternal like there was no tomorrow. To us, those wondrous years were all too short; gone in the blink of an eye; a part of yesterday; irredeemable. Nevertheless, with Danny around, we found energy, meaning, expression, and life. That’s why it was so.