Jacob couldn't hold out anymore and pounced on my boy. They kissed madly as their arms and legs immediately began intertwining with each others, hands...grabbing, Jacob's perfect 13-year-old body, grinding and humping against my son's hot 9 year old body. It was Lust in its purest form, released right before my eyes as the boys kissed, humped, and rubbed each other in wild abandon. Jacob suddenly pulled back with a wild look in his eyes. He sat all the ways back on his knees, Bryan's legs were. They were opposites. Day and night. She was the very picture of Middle America, apple pie, hometown parades, and church every Sunday morning. Blue eyed, blonde haired, a living Barbie doll. Angel was the brooding, brown eyed, black haired, epitome of gothic leather and depressive angst. And they truly were best friends. Kayla wished it wasn't their pasts that had brought them together and held them bound. But, rather their futures and the hope in them that kept them friends. Maybe, in a way it. Try it. Little movements. Pressure, really."I tried. A little pressure to lower the nose and the speed picked up. A little back pressure, and it slowed down. "Just like magic," I said.She continued the lesson. I learned about banking the plane and having to trade off altitude or speed, and I'm picturing vectors at work. Seems like I looked at some of this stuff when I was a kid. Now this 'kid' is feeding it back to me, a spoonful at a time.Three dimensions. Fun. I waddled between speed and. “Honey, your mom and I want to talk to you about last night.”“Yes?” I answered. It was a neutral response, the best I could think of. I had a bunch of questions, too!“Well,” he continued, “we need to ask you if you are using birth control and what type.” He looked a bit embarrassed but asked anyway.Whatever I was expecting, it sure wasn’t this! “Daddy? That’s a little personal, isn’t it?”Mom snorted a laugh out. Daddy just smiled. “After last night, honey, I think we can ask a few personal.