At 17, I was still a virgin, and in 1983, that was considered a little late. I was raised in a very strict, church going home. In fact, we went to chu...ch every Sunday,(twice!) and every wednesday night, and sometimes Thursdays or Fridays, depending on the ministers schedule. I was what you would call a good boy. I had had a few girlfriends, and made out with some, and even groped Susan Miller’s tits under her sweater while she had rubbed my cock through my jeans, but I had never actually had. I just need to have patience and not touch him until I am sure he can handle me. I cannot bear to lose him like I have so many others. And they were not lifelong friends that knew me inside and out. Losing Glenn in my life would devastate me and Mami, too. I think she loves him more as the son she doesn’t have than I love him as a friend who has evolved into my best opportunity for a future as a wife and mother.I am starving again. I guess that session took more out of me than I thought. Yesss!. She looked up at him and smiled. "Go ahead, sweetie, play with it. It feels good when you touch me." Well maybe just a little."She fingered his cock with one hand, giving it a few more soft squeezes. It was growing even longer and harder as she touched him. "This is so cool," she said softly, smiling at him. "Would you really like to help your friend Doug?" "I guess." You can help me by making the juice come out so I feel better." I don't know. What kind of juice?" I'll give you five. A commemoration of the birth of Jesus of Nazareth. My research was clouded by the vast amount of information available on internet sites owned by Christian religions; not historical data at all, just religious dogma. From what I could glean from historical records, Jesus was a real man who lived two thousand years ago, in what is now called the Holy Land. He was born in what is now late March, and he was killed by the ancient Roman form of torture, crucifixion – I note with some interest that.