Brave_Sir_Robin: I remember this one time in 1964 when I gave this girl a good "clonking." We were nubile youths, just at the peak of curiosity. This girl, who I will simply call "Mom," was glistening in the sun that was produced by the beautiful New England sky. The weather was balmy, crisp, and pleasing to the senses. We were in the middle of Heathrow Park, both of us laying out underneath the canvas of sky God was constantly painting. I turned my head towards hers slowly, the passion and fires of desire welling up in me. Mom was looking back at me with her light blue eyes burning into my soul. At that moment, time stood still and had no bearing or rule in this world.
Brave_Sir_Robin: In all her beauty, majesty, and picturesque quality that memory does not serve well, she unzipped her pants and slowly lowered them below her knees. I watched as the blue denim collided with the sweat of her inner thighs and proceeded further towards the center of the earth. I then cast my gaze upwards, towards her erects penis, and with all creation singing along, exclaimed, "This is what it's like when doves cry!"
Brave_Sir_Robin: I then woke up from my dream and decided to schedule my appointment with my shrink as soon as possible.