Caitlin stared at the picture for a moment, and then turned to me, "Why is he putting his penis in her mouth? He can't make her get pregnant that way,...can he?"I took a deep breath and launched into a rather long explanation about the pleasure aspects of sex and how people sometimes do oral sex just because they don't want the girl to get pregnant. I also tried to explain that girls sometimes did it because they wanted to make the boys penis feel really, really good, without giving up their. . it's okay. . . go ahead and look at it. . . I mean, it's right there, sticking up. . . . we can't pretend it's invisible.”He looks up at me with a smile of relief, then returns his gaze to the subject at hand. “You know. . . I'm not going queer or anything. . . . ”I look down at it. “No. . . I know that.” There's an intense drive pushing itself harder inside me. I'm not sure what I should do. . . . I'm sitting here nude with my cousin as we both look at my erection. Without a thought I reach. She’s very popular these days!”“I can only imagine,” John said.“Not when we’re out together, horn dog!” mom said to her hubby.“It was your face that I fell in love with Joy; the rest was like an ala Carte menu. Having two kids didn’t hurt your figure, unlike so many others who let themselves go after having kids. I like every ... single ... thing ... about you!”“Nice save, Dad – I’ll remember that in the future,” I said.Coincidentally, coming in the door was a tall gentleman with Marsha on his. "Hello Sir," she said, beaming. "You look just like I pictured you would Sir. Very handsome and distinguished!" Well, thank you, my dear. You look very lovely as well," I said. And I was pleased with what I saw. She was as she had described herself (which pleased me very much - I knew that occasionally people misrepresented themselves online and were younger/prettier/in better shape than they said they were. I was happy that her description of herself was accurate.)"Thank you, Sir. I am pleased.