I don't think that it is, though. I've been doing all of the exercises they use for teaching kids and everything, but all I've gotten out of it is a w...hole lot of crazy dreams." Dreams?" Cymwis looked interested. "What kind of dreams are those?" Nothing that'll do us any good, and hardly ever anything that really makes sense. Some of it's really weird stuff. All kinds of funny looking landscapes and crazy animals. Long skinny animals with green fur and six legs, running around on blue snow.. " Same time. Okay?" Okay. Ready?" Yeah. On three, and don't chicken out this time!" Me? Who chickened out last time, Jenny?" On three ... One ... Two..." Three!" the two fourteen-year-olds said together. The basement suddenly became very quiet, until I heard my daughter giggle nervously."It looks really big," Jennifer whispered. "Does it hurt?" No," my son replied. "You got a little hair now, huh?" Do you like it?" she asked. "It doesn't look funny?" Uh-uh," her brother replied. "You've got a. But I guess I'm just into numbers. The more the better." The bigger the better, too! 'Quality has a quantity all its own.'" As soon as I said it, I thought I had probably futzed the last one. Fortunately, Neeka wasn't going to let me sidetrack the conversation into an analysis of aphorisms."Would you like to do the same thing with me and Jim?"That was pretty direct, especially for her."Sure! I'd love to. Middle? Top? Bottom? Anywhere you want me." Great!" She was thoughtful for a second, then. "did it look like this?" And there on his computer he popped up a picture of a row of naked men with there dicks up and stiff. "no, his was smaller, probably because he is little" Yes, maybe, but older boys, if they like a girl, they will get hard or their dick will grow. A hard dick is a compliment"He than switched to a picture with a lady in the middle of the men. She was holding two of the guys balls. This was when I first started noticing the pain between my legs. It wasn't the same pain.