What a strange question! I thought. I thought that he knew about my love life—well, my lack of love life. I felt ashamed of it. "Um, you mean, had s...x with a girl yet? No I haven't." I was telling the truth. At 18, I was still a virgin. "I don't get along well with girls, Dad." That's too bad," Dad said. "I . . . I think that you are really cute."Cute? There it was again! What was he saying? Or trying to say? "What do you mean, cute, Dad?" I asked."What I mean is that . . . I think that you're. She was seeing someone behind Hunter's back, she said that she was tired of waiting for him to come back. She wanted to have kids some day, and she wouldn't want them with Hunter if he kept leaving for months on end. I understood, but the next part I thought was crazy, she wanted my whole family to lie in his face about she died in the crash. At first I thought she was crazy but at the same time I guess it would be better to tell him that she died then to tell him she left for someone else."I. Again keep you feedback coming through on what you think!This story will goes back to when I was still 19 and was had been having an affair with my friends mother, Karen, for just over a month.It was Friday night, and like most Friday’s I was at their house for dinner. All the k**s were home, and Karen’s parents were over; all this not too uncommon, but Karen had told the family she had an announcement. I was sitting opposite her, and she had been rubbing her feet up my leg towards my dick all. So you have an idea what to do.’‘You’ll tell me about kissing?’ Tony asked.‘Sure. Right after yoga if you want.’‘Well, okay. I guess that would be okay.’Inside, Kayla gave a sigh of relief. Phase One initiated... They were sitting, cross-legged on the floor, still in their yoga clothes. Kayla had her knees pulled up to closer to her body. She was staring off thoughtfully.‘You want to start out tender, usually. Like with a gentle kiss—touch her face, her hand, maybe her neck. Smooth her hair. Be.