But, that was then, she thought to herself, and now was now. That was when Christian had been her little boy and now he was a man. Mysteriously, it wa... somehow different now. She couldn't explain it, but it was definitely different.It was as if a stranger had just entered the house. But at the same time it was her nephew. It was as if he had separated into two distinct and definable pernephewalities in the matter of a few seconds.Confused and mortified that she could think of Christian in two. " You mean like the things I did! Don't you?" Shirley said and gave her husband a cheeky smile.Charles smiled back and said, "Yes, just like you. I sure don't want to think about our daughter doing those things!"Shirley laughed and said, "Well, you sure had no problem with me doing those things!"Charles grunted and said, "I hope your dad didn't know about those things, because now I know how he must have felt if he would have known it."Shirley quickly kissed her husband on the cheek, and then. . your first time ... Was it?”“First time anybody else showed up for it,” said Max, feeling a tiny bit smug.Paige moved her head to his shoulder and his smugness went through the roof when she said, “Pretty spectacular first time, Max.”Emily sat comfortably nestled against Dennis’s shoulder, holding his acoustic guitar in her lap as his hands placed hers on the correct strings for a chord and guided her to strum. They’d been going over the basics of acoustic guitar for a little over an hour and. He slides her open palm against his shaft, instantly feeling a gratifying warmth and softness. He watches her eyes drift downward past his dark chest and flat belly. She gazes at her hand sliding up and down and curling around his length, holding it, rubbing it. Her lips tremble apart, wispy, shuddering breaths slipping past. “You got nothing to be ashamed of,” Kieron whispers. Emma looks up, still stroking him. She's visibly quivering now, beads of water rolling down her neck, between her.