It's as if someone had a carrot growing out of his head. When you look at him you say, "there's a carrot." When you look at my mother you say "she's c...ute". That's probably one of the reasons she still looked like a k** approaching forty. My mother also had "It". The "It" that Monroe had to make men come to attention, the "It" Elvis had to make all the women wet when he picked up a guitar. On the day I was massaging her neck and the world changed, she had never looked sexier to me. If I would. Different."Laura, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me to the campus bookstore on Friday night. I hear that one of your favorite author's is going to be there signing books," I said, my voice feeling a little wavery in my throat."I'd love to. I heard about it too and was thinking of asking you to come with me," she said, blushing slightly as she turned her head away from me."Oh, well in that case, I definitely would. Shall I pick you up at 8:00?" I asked."Sounds great. Let me give you. My body is just responding by shaking and tingling all over, am I having an orgasm or is it multiple orgasms or just sheer pleasure, I do'nt know. I just know I've never felt like this before and do'nt want it stop, but it must, it's hurting my neck and back in this position.'Hey guys, I've got to move this is too uncomfortable''OK, bring over here, lean her over the sofa arm, we can take her from behind and still get a cock in both ends if we kneel on the sofa'Oh, thats so much better, umm a. Well, Carmen asked the questions in her rather forceful manner and after a while I noticed my wife was holding his hand under the table in a reassuring, almost protective way. Once the food had been ordered and the excellent if over-priced wine had been poured, the Carmen Inquisition discovered a great deal about our young friend. Yes, he enjoyed being at University; Yes, he found the academic side hard work; No, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do afterwards but it would be something to do.