He, his brother Kevin (two years younger than Greg) and I have lived by ourselves ever since. At first it was difficult. They missed their mom; I miss...d my wife. But as my sons grew, I found that there were many things about living in an all-male home that made life interesting and even fun. Not the least of these things, of course, was watching as Greg and Kevin developed from boys into teenagers and went through that magical process called puberty. Now I remembered what I was like when I was. For a few seconds we continued to gaze into each other's eyes. Then, without warning, she lowered her head and pressed her lips against mine.I was too stunned to do anything for a moment. Ashley kissed me passionately, not with the kind of kiss that family members might bestow upon one another, nor even a kiss of mere friendship. This one was much deeper than that.Then she suddenly realized what she was doing, and pulled away. "I'm sorry," she said, going red. "I shouldn't have... I. Sam mind was in overdrive as he lowered her pants to her knees. While he knelt, the aroma of her sex hit him like a train. He always loved the smell of her, but this was something more. She was dripping with sexiness.Eventually he continued his methodical disrobing of his lover.Rachel lifted one leg, then the other, as he removed her pants and following her instructions threw them on the floor. Finally; the last article of clothing lied between them.The man naked and ready. His cock pulsing in. Sexuality is so different for men, compared to women, and it always amazesme that those divergences can mesh and combine in such explosive and powerfulways to create a beautiful and living thing. Annette drank in the soft lighting,the mellow sounds of the rain, and the bright coloring of my Painter's studio.I saw her face flush and her breath quicken and I knew I had chosen well. My Painter took her by the hand and led her through the private collectionon an impromptu tour, explaining each.