" I admitted. "Almost as good as Mommy's." "Almost?" Daddy said. "What am I doing wrong?" "Mommy would stroke my hair and arms and stuff." I m...ntioned. "Feltnice." "Okay." Daddy reached up and ran his huge fingers through my hair anddown my neck. "Like this?" "Uh-huh." I agreed. His other hand was running up and down myleg. Actually, it didn't feel at all the way Mommy did it, but Daddy wastrying. And what Daddy was doing felt in its own way a lot better. I reached up with. That’s how it was for Peter Smith. Peter was depressed that he didn’t have a girlfriend. It’s hard to do things when you’re depressed. It was even harder when he went through puberty to discuss things with his parents. He would breakdown and become anxious.Lucky for him there was the internet. He googled his questions and his problems were answered. He learned about sex and anything pertaining to sex.In his exploration of sex, he also encountered porn. It was like a kid finding candy. He. ." Mrs. T. went back to kissing her old boss. After ten minutes they broke off there kiss. Mrs. T belt was undone. Her last button on her mini skirt was off. I watched Jeana unzip Mrs. T. mini skirt. I bite my lower lip. I had to shake my head. It was not the first time I had seen Mrs. T. or a few girls making out on my couch. It was just the first time two hot older ladies (COUGARS) make out with so much passion on it. I moved again in my black leather arm chair. I clicked off the TV.I watched. Dude, when I tell you how it all came about you're probably gonna want to kill me. But I felt I had to tell you....because I gotta be honest, I don't want to stop fucking her when you get back from school.It really was innocent. One morning she said her shitty old Toyota wouldn't start so II gave her a ride on my Harley to the bank and the post office. She'd never ridden on a bike before and I think she really liked it.I mean she really liked it. She held onto my tightly. Her face was flush..