So i asked where my wife was oh she said she had to go to the grocery store to pick some stuff. I said oh okay no problem. I noticed that she had been...drinking some wine. We started talking i asked her about her husband bill. She said oh hes at work like usual working long hours this time of year. I told her that sucks a wife like you he shouldnt be working long hours like that. He should be home with you. She blushed. We started to get more intimate she mentioned my wife too that she was lucky. "Hey you two, save some for us" Dad said as he got up and we scurried back into our bedroom.At thirteen years of age we both knew a little bit about sex, but most of it was what we'd picked up in the playground at school and occasionally when our parents had left us alone to go down to the local pub, we'd sat together watching the adult channel on cable television, but this was the real thing and we were completely unable to stay in bed while all this was going on downstairs!This time we. There was something so mysterious, so intriguing. I wanted to brush her hair aside and bury my face in the curve of her neck, feel the pulse of her heartbeat, the prickle of goosebumps on her skin.For days, I thought it over. Obsessively. As intrigued as I was, I was terrified; anything could go wrong. It could be awkward, creepy, or just plain bad. I might not like them, they might reject me, or they could be crazy weirdos. After all was said and done, it seemed like it would be ok. We kept. Pellentesque non turpis leo. Vestibulum ante ipsum primis in faucibus orci luctus et ultrices posuere cubilia Curae; Phasellus vitae m*****ie dolor. Cras gravida neque quis euismod sollicitudin. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Integer tincidunt risus enim, iaculis pharetra enim pellentesque nec.Praesent rutrum sed velit at ultrices. Morbi rutrum dui eu maximus gravida. Nunc vehicula laoreet magna, eget consequat dui dictum vitae. Sed vestibulum venenatis bibendum. Pellentesque vitae eros non.