My wife and i had started a family when i was still in grad school. we went at it. and went at it some more. 12 years and 8 kids later, we were on our...way to my first federally funded research project. it was the big time. making history, uncovering the mysteries of life itself, and above all for guys like me – getting published. i laughed at the irony of it all. being sent to the far reaches of appalachia was not exactly the dream assignment i had expected for all my work. but of all. To which we forget. And yet, only remember as the best. To the very contradictory paradox of death. And when we forget ourselves, and meld to another. The precise moment of contact and bond, to where we realize the other is there. Not because we have to be, but by the very essence of free will. Such a thing that can only flow and survive in such an environment. Like the energy in every corner of the universe. Neither created nor destroyed. Things will sag and stop working, the world will change. There was that sagginess hanging skin which was apparent when she was naked, and her bush was dark and thick and scruffy. Yet as you might know or at least guess from my writing, I couldn’t stop thinking about it after the first time.The second time was a simple missionary, but the beginning was more awkward than it could have been because of my lack of experience. When I was on top of mom and inside her, it became a lot easier.I came inside her, and it was just as good as the last time. I know. " Don't ya dare stop, Bill Akers! It feels too good! Yer size ain't no problem, it's jus' more than I expected. Uh ... Uh ... Uh ... Are ya in all the way? It feels like ya're gonna come out my throat, ya're so long." No, I ain't in all the way. Ya'll know when I git that far ... Now, I'm in as far as I kin go. How does that feel?" It feels wonderful! OH! What did ya do? That felt like I wuz tinglin' all over. Please don't stop!" I jus' pushed in far enough ta press on yer nubbin what some.