I began making soup. Skyla was undoubtedly still terribly dehydrated,and his stomach probably couldn't handle anything too solid. Soup,scrambled eggs,...and plenty of water ought to do the trick. I reallywould have to start working on supper before too long. By the timeNathan got home, the boy might be ready for something a little moresubstantial.With the thought of Nathan came the wonder of how I would explain Skylato him. To him, to the children; how do I explain Skyla to me? Itsuddenly dawned. But ever since I came across these unfashionable, wordbook words, I have frankly found it to be somewhat dense and uphill to do without them. I just can’t help it. Perhaps some time later in the future, I will start to dislike them and find them objectionable and perhaps at long last turn my back against them. For now, I am still very much deeply in love with them. Pardon me please if this annoys and fazes you out. It could be that studying so much similar and akin work has swayed and persuaded. .I gave him my answer... YES! He smiled and asked if I would be up for starting right now and hinted that the chat had turned him on. Looking at his jeans, I did notice the bulge as he got hard. I said yeah and he moved in and kissed me gently on the lips. I moved back into a more confortable position and he kissed me again, this time more passionatly. I felt tingly as he kissed me and moved his hand down my side and to my leg which was now finding itself wrapped on his back. His hand then. His mother asked him why he was smiling so much but Johnny never answered, just smiled wider.Dave got some good news the next day. Elaine called and said she had to take someone’s place at a work conference this coming weekend and wondered if he could keep Johnny from Friday afternoon until Sunday night. Dave was happy to say yes (really happy).Dave thought: A whole weekend, I’ll have to do some planning but this weekend my little munchkin is going to lose his virginity. Oh Joy!When Johnny.