“And when I think of love, getting older doesn’t make the longing go away. It’s just the thought of a lover’s skin doesn’t fade that easily ...nd comes back like a waking dream late at night. When he finished the poem, reading it over several times, he sat back, happy that he was able to write, was able to reach where he hadn’t been able to for the last eight months, and felt relieved that he was able to get out what he needed to say. “Maybe I haven’t lost it,” Paul thought, holding the poem he. .. I... " She left quickly and ran up stairs. "You're a HORRIBLE woman Janice!" Tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. "I can't believe I just tried to dry fuck my own son!" Janice hated herself for enjoying the feel of her son's body against her's, but she hated herself even more for wishing she could have finished rubbing herself off against him before she'd run off. John stood in the kitchen, a smile across his face and a large bulge in his pants. His mothers constant. ’ Sandy sighed. I sighed. ‘I told him my number and he nervously leaned in and kissed me on the lips. He didn’t hold it very long and he blushed when he did it. But he did it. ‘He said, ‘Bye. I’ll call you tomorrow,’ and he left with a bounce in his step that was close to skipping. ‘And that’s how I met Louis.’ We just sat there and absorbed the story. Sandy sighed again. I did too. We heard another sound. Chloe was standing there looking dreamily at Sunny, sighing. She had been standing there. He was meeting up with a group of eight different guys, who a friend of his had hooked him up with, who were going to each, collectively, 'donate' a load of sperm so that he could have a 'sperm cocktail!'As he finished getting dressed, he was a little shaky from nervous excitement! The guy who was setting up all this, who he'd met on-line a few months ago, had assured him that the guys he picked to donate their load of sperm were 'very heavy comers', as he had put it!"Oh my god!" Mason had said.