The day after my fourteenth birthday was a Saturday.This day was different after sis bedded down. We were watching TV when Pat asked me if I’d lie d...wn on the couch next to her. I didn’t know why but it was a “why not?” My parents didn’t breathe a word about sex to me. A friend had taught me about masturbation. Pat had well developed tits and we lay on our sides pressed together. She didn’t kiss me or I would have maybe gotten the idea. I didn’t make any moves so she took charge and pulled my. Allan sighed. How could he tell his wife that he was turned on thinking about her in the arms of another guy. She’d punch him, he was sure of it. “You ever heard of Prurient?” he said, outright. He hoped she was unaware of the phrase. So far, luck was with him as Beth shook her head. Beth wondered if it were an insurance company. In fairness, Allan had only become aware of the phrase recently when a work colleague introduced him to the concept. The colleague had told Allan about a Prurient. Well, she knew this clitlike dicks of younger boys, these little boners, she hit with her hand while playing, or rubbing at her back when a guy catched her while playing, but such a piece of meat, no, that was new. Grandpa's cock was big, really big, nowadays I would say it was a bleached version of a black monster cock, thick, long, beefy hanging, and as I saw it as boner in later years, when he fucked mom, surely something about 9-10 inch long, 2 inch diameter, and a scrotum with hen's egg. After sending, I felt kind of weird and regretted it. Thinking maybe I crossed the line. She emailed me back saying – OMG, that was such a hot story, you’re an amazing writer! I was happy she didn’t think I was weird or a pervert and we continued to chat, only now, our chats were different, we’d talk about sexual related stuff, more so me than her, but she still was eagerly involved in the conversations. Chatting via messenger made me brave – I had no problem telling her what turned me on and.