Just how strange, I'm stilllearning...but anyway, when I was fourteen and finishing eighth grade atmy private school she suddenly announced to me that...I would be goingto Westview instead of following my class to Fairhaven High. She saidI needed to learn what the real world was like. So instead of minglingwith the kids of other millionaires I had to go to class with the kidsof bankers, doctors and lawyers. The child of a multi-millionairehaving to share the same halls with poor kids whose. As donna expected there was no one around in the wooded areas of the base, she parked the car on a dirt side road and moved the seat back so she could change into fresh running gear. She stripped off her clothes and slid on spandex shorts and a sports bra. and running shoes. Cupping her amazing breasts on each side she pushed them together to settle them into the support bra.After some stretching donna started of at a slow jog. She maintained that for a couple minutes but once warmed up a bit.. As I watched closely and intently, I again started to wonder if this was the right thing to do. At this time in our relationship, I knew Brandon and I had not committed ourselves to be "a monogamous couple," but I also knew that Brandon had very few experiences (none actually) other than ours together. I knew that I had enjoyed playing with other guys and knew that it was part of the "growing process" in a guy's life, especially a gay guy's life. I hoped that something like this would not. "She sounded worried, as if I would be angry with her, and I smiled at her for the first time since I had seen her naked. "That's okay, honey. I don't mind you using it, but just make sure next time that you don't forget to lock the door when you are inside." Thanks, dad, you're the best," she gushed, a little too thick, perhaps, and there was the fleeting instant of a Dad's Premonition - that she was fattening me up for the kill - which went away when she gave me an affectionate hug. It was.