‘Thank you.’ ‘For what?’ ‘For dinner. For the balloon ride. For everything.’ ‘No, thank you.’ ‘For what?’ ‘For giving me 12 ho...rs.’ The sun rose. We landed. A driver was waiting to pick us up. It only took us an hour to get back. We got back to the house around 8. Before we could even get to door, Stevie had opened it. ‘Where have you been?!’ She demanded. ‘Uh. On a date?’ I muttered, very confused. ‘When you get done, we are going to have a chat young lady.’ ‘Okay Mom.’ I laughed as she. Joanna reached over and gently stroked her son's beautiful black hair. "It's okay, Markus," she said soothingly to him once again. "We're all virgins at one time or another." She took her hand away and leaned back again in the love seat. "Besides, who better to teach you how to make love to a woman than your own mother?"Markus slowly nodded his head in agreement with what his mother said. She did have a point, he reasoned to himself. Markus started to slowly get off the love seat. Joanna, being. So I had to stop him and began the re-education and retraining of sexuality and relationship.The very first thing I had to do was explain the difference between online entertainment and interacting with someone in real life. Cindy’s hardcore example was dead on. She said, “porn presents the idea that every man loves to come on a woman’s face and every woman loves it!” Reality? No. Actually not every man enjoys doing it and most certainly not every woman likes it. However many women might. .." he exclaimed to himself as he stared at the face looking back at him from the mirror. It was his face, but his hair was wrong. It wasn't curly, or dark brown. Or conservatively short. His hair seemed to start becoming much lighter - blonde? In the front, bangs dropped to just above his eyebrows, while the sides hung just below his earlobes, straight except for a slight upcurl at the ends. Was it his imagination, or was it growing even as he looked at it? And his facial hair seemed to.