“What are you learning about now?”“Industrial Revolution.”“Cool,” I said.He cleared his throat and asked awkwardly, “So what...what are ...ou learning about?”“World War Two. It’s actually quite fascinating.”“Y-you like World War Two?” asked Brent awkwardly.“Yeah,” I replied. I looked at Brent and I was certain that I saw a hint of a smile play across his lips. “What else are you into?”He thought on this a moment as we rounded a corner. “I like music.”“What sort of music?”“I like rock music, and I. Please tell me what you think, if you like it I will send more. if you have any I would love to read them.--We are driving through the country with nothing but lush green rolling hills and large trees as far as we both can see. I turn the car down a deserted dirt road and drive until we are as far from anyone as we could possibly be from anyone and anything, we pull over to the side of the road and walk out into a field.In the field there is nothing but bright green grass and one large old tree. Her hair was messed up and her makeup was smeared, her clothes were disheveled and there were runs and ladders in her stockings, but what caught my instant attention were the hickeys on her neck. She saw me looking at her and she turned guiltily away, said "I'm sorry" in a low trembling voice and headed for the bedroom.I poured myself a cup of coffee and followed her. She was undressing and when her dress fell to the floor my worst fears were confirmed; there could be no doubt about what the. My vision cleared, and Brent was demonstrating the wisdom of knowing when to shut up, wide eyed as he took in the conversation.Kathy was in preceptor mode, describing how she relaxed to allow me to enter her colon, and then how she managed her breathing until the sexual feelings grew to overtake her. Sandra listened, gaze fixed upon her mother, as her mother recounted strategies to relax one’s sphincter, and how important lubrication was. My wife sang my praises, telling how my slow initial.