Charlie, stretch out in front of Danny.”I must have looked a little strange because Mom spoke up immediately.“You don’t have to do anything you ...on’t want to do, Charlie.”She laughed.“Although you might enjoy it. I do, sometimes. Right now will you help Danny get used to the whole thing? Let him practice on you?”I nodded.“Go ahead, Danny,” I said, “but I think after we practice I’m going to sit this one out. Right beside you the whole way, though, for sure.”I stretched out on the couch in front. And, you, Monsieur, call yourself a gentleman? Bah! Why should I allow you to enter my home again? Why should I grant you permission to call on my daughter again? Please, Monsieur. I would very much like to know."A silence pervaded the entire room, so heavy that the man bowed under its weight. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he spoke in a voice so quiet it forced Antoinette to take a step closer to him in order that she could hear his reply."I have no excuse, other than I am in love with. My cock was sensitive and deprived. His other hand worked between my ass cheeks until his finger found my hole. He didn’t put it in, but instead began working circles around it while he slowly stroked my cock. Eventually he tired of that, and led me by the cock out of his bedroom and back into living room area. There was a nice wooden chair sitting in the middle, and a small pile sitting on the couch. He guided me with his grip on my cock to sit down on the wooden chair. Within seconds of. Her heart-on, his pussy. Oh, I just had to have them."I let out an involuntary breath. "Oh, yea, now I get it. Pretty funny." Where was this going?She continued, "Of course, yours aren't always supposed to look like they do now. You know, with your boner in there, and everything."I blushed. I flushed. She went on. "That's OK. Really. I've seen a boner before. But we can cure that." What do you mean," I asked."Well, we can just wait a while. I'm sure it'll go down if we just give it some time.".