”Charlotte laughed and said, “Well, I have no objections, and I know boys will be boys so he’s probably seen plenty already… but I never thoug...ht I’d be suggesting my son look at porn.”Dr. Alexander chuckled too and said, “Well, it may not be necessary, but since you’ll be monitoring him, if you notice it’s taking longer for Jamie to ejaculate, or he tells you he is experiencing irritation or discomfort from frequent masturbation, it’s something to consider.”“What about when he’s sleeping at. We chatted as we ate cheese and crackers and drank the wine. The opening in the towel was toward her, and every now and then she would gesture as she talked and would touch my thigh briefly with her left hand. The more she drank, the more she gestured. The bottle of wine was almost empty and I decided that I should do something with the fish. I said as much, and added that while the towel was comfortable, I should probably at least put on some shorts to do the cooking. “Ok, I give. But it didn’t smell like wee. It was almost a clean, thin smell, but not thin… more a sort of warm, smooth, round smell… but… Oh well, I thought, I’ll just wash when I’ve finished playing. At the time it didn’t occur to me to try to put my fingers inside me. I didn’t even know where that was, for a start – for somebody way past puberty not to be able to feel that, says how little awareness I had for my own body! More kneading, getting harder; my fingers had developed a rhythm, rolling. As we bathed in silence, our eyes were locked together, neither of us looking anywhere but the other's face.Later, as the morning turned hot and we sat in our usual spot, she seemed content to simply snuggle against me, her skin, still soft even with the sand and spray, pressing warmly against me. I put my arm around her shoulders and we wordlessly watched the sun slowly set in the west.As night fell she rose and walked toward the fire pit, and I followed, thinking she wanted an evening meal. .