I love to watch a naked man swim.”Jayden smiled and took another healthy gulp of wine. “You talked me into it,” he said, and started taking off ...his shoes and socks.He stood a few feet away unbuttoning his shirt. He placed it over the back of the chair. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped and pushed down his pants and skivvies in one quick swoosh. And there it was. That big, thick piece of dangling meat, right before her eyes. She wanted to reach out and suck it into her mouth right then but she. She wished she had something sexier to wear, but she didn't. She didn't have any reason to look sexy or anyone to look that way for. Besides, she would have to go back to "plain Charlotte" after the interview anyway and wiping off excess makeup was one thing - a complete change of clothes was another!Still, there should be something she could do to get her point across. She looked at herself while she thought about it - and then it hit her. And with a naughty smirk and a blush, she reached. After that, the touching and the feeling became more frequent. It started with technique, but quickly turned into pressing and squeezing. I’d be driving us home from the gym and Mom would reach across from the passenger seat and try to wrap her thumb and forefinger around my bicep. “Gee, honey. Looks like all those bicep curls have been paying off,” she would say, giving it a few squeezes. “You must be swotting away the girls.” I shrugged. I was. My birth mother had been a stunner like. Then I noticed it: a large wet red spot on the whitish towel. My virginal blood. Allowing me to take rest, my father drove out the flock for afternoon grazing. The pain was subsided soon and I felt somewhat relieved. Whatever happened was a dream, I thought, or nightmare? In the twilight, my father returned with the flock and I followed him homeward.For the next few days we didn’t share a single word. And one night I waked up to notice the back door of our house creaked and my father slipping.