To see my old buddy again ... remember his number ... his address ... wish I could see him again." And Brittany listened. Listened and remembered. Whi...e the others thrashed and fucked senselessly.Brittany was learning, and planning. After memorizing the information, she stroked Brent's head, encouraged him to grope her tits for a bit, then pressed a nipple into his mouth and lactated a mixture sweeter than a Dairy Queen milkshake, but with potent chemicals that would shut-down higher brain. She didn't have to, she could have easily turned both him and his father away. But she didn't.She loved him like he was her birth child and had helped him and his father get over their loss. She had raised him, cared for him, and sacrificed for him. It was time she was paid back.His love had combined with the physical arousal of being so intimate with another woman to excite him more than he had ever been in his life. He couldn't believe that what he had often fantasized about since his. Seeing pretty girls with a nice shape gave me a sexual desire. I had no feelings like that toward other boys. I knew that sort of thing was taboo so I just never considered the posibility. When an older neighborhood bully told me he wanted me to suck his cock, I was repulsed by the thought and adamantly refused to do it. After having him twist my arm behind my back and threaten to break it, I started wondering what would be a worse thing. I believed he had no intention of breaking my arm. When you get in an argument and you realize you don’t want to fight, you just want to make up. The fleeting seconds during the most mundane activities, when you look up and smile knowing this person, this unique and complex person, loves you for all your quirks and complexity, and wouldn’t change a thing about you because then you wouldn’t be the person they fell in love with. The more experience I gain in life, the more I’ve come to appreciate the beautiful fragility of love. We choose, each.