Look, he's fourteen, and unless he's got something going on I don't know about, he has never even seen a live boob. He's on the wrestling team and the...locker room talk must be awfully hard for him. When he goes back to school, he will for sure not have any questions about a woman's body. I think he will have more respect for the girls that way, and they will like him better for it. I want him to grow up like Dad, or Greg, or Alex. I'm afraid I've got some big time catching up to do in the sex. We started kissing there on the sofa when the front doorbell interupted us. We had all night long so there was no need to rush. We ate, watched something on television, then headed up to her bedroom. The rest of the night passed by like a beautiful dream which I replay in my head in slow motion to savor each moment. We undressed each other. I wanted to commit all details to memory so that I could sketch it later in my secret sketch pad that I kept hidden. My hands moved slowly over her long. The other cadets made it worse by giggling like girls. They rushed me en masse and groped me—and I just 'left the room' mentally. I felt as if I were standing outside my body and looking down from a corner of the ceiling. I can't tell you who, but one cadet roughly poked my butt with fingers, another licked me, a third was pinching me—"AH-TEN-SHUN!" It was Drill Instructor Sergeant Saunders, and he was not a happy man. I had been knocked to the floor and I stood up and assumed the position of. ‘You know,’ the nurse said, ‘speaking of looking familiar, why do I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere?’ Coco smiled, ‘I’m Coco Dynamo, have your heard of me?’ ‘Ohhhh,’ the nurse said, ‘I think I’ve seen you on the internet.’ ‘Yeah, I do get around on that place.’ Ben was moving on, so Coco thanked the nurse for the noticing and moved with him. The nurse shot a look towards the curtains at the back of the booth. Coco and Ben gave the convention a quick once-over and decided to leave. When they.