When I asked him, he was so cool, I began to wonder if he and sex had discovered each other long before I bought the laptop, but how could that be, he...was just f******n?That's when I realised my own mistake, I had surrendered my own virginity at thirteen, so why should I expect my own son to be any different, suddenly that old saying my mother used to say to me when I was being a wild c***d, 'c***dren are a form of punishment, to make you realize how bad we were as c***dren'.My son started me. She lowered her eyes, realising that her scream would already have caused displeasure, hoping that he would accept that it was purely the abruptness of his approached that had made her break the silence. His other hand, fingers entwined in the sun-kissed waves, grasped her hair, gently but firmly pulling her head back until her lips were facing upwards, lush full and available for him to kiss. They parted fractionally allowing him to see the warm softness of her inner cheeks. He bent forward. "Barrow's The Art of Tahiti and the Neighbouring Society, Austral and Cook Islands. I've been thinking about dissertation topics." Austral Islands?" The southernmost group in French Polynesia. But I've been realizing that I need to travel more. I should go to see Uluru and some of the things in the Pilbara. In fact, I should look at some of the nearer sites. Have you ever been to Cuddie Springs or Lake Mungo?" Yes. Rachel and I visited both. Do you have any travel money?" A little. But not. It was mind bending counting the number of shots as I swallowed your cum.”As I still sat out on the deck, I watched him stretch his lithesome body and then like a gazelle run out of sight down the beach until he was out of sight. Then I would sit on the deck counting my blessings until he came back into sight. Then I’d watch in awe as he ran. Anyone who saw my face as I watched the rippling of his sleek muscles as he jogged up the stairs would know that if not him, I was in love with his.