. Well... your surgery?"I nodded and said, "All the above... I mean... Right now, when she kissesme... Or even just holding my hand... It makes my ski... all tingly... Shemakes me feel something... I just never thought I'd ever feel anythingwith anyone ever since the denutation..."She fussed, "Jordan Taylor! I've told you not to call it that!"That caused me to chuckle. "Well that's what happened isn't it? Theydenutted me you know..."She groaned. "That's it, you definitely inherited your fathers. Afterall, Tina was in her late twenties, very hot blonde with a nice rack and could very easily go home with any guy in this party. The two girls were giggling and planing their little event when Sara turned around and said she wanted to hear more about this study. Sara is a tall, older woman, in her early fifties and also very attractive. As the two explained what they were wanting to do, Sara looked at me and then stated "How kinky." Then Jill was walking by and Sara grabbed her arm pulling. We chatted about what happened to our parents and what was going to happen to us. Luckily I was almost at the end of my enlistment and there was a base near by to finish out the last of my enlistment duties with and would not be going back to active duty any time soon. Over the next few days my sister and I got pretty close and well I started noticing that what she wore at the house started to change and that she was starting to flirt a little on the dangerous side of skanky. I didn't want to. I started touching myself, looking at them, trying to deduce what exactly was happening a few floors down. I masturbated slowly, waves of warmth making their way up and down my body, when I realised that she was looking at me. At first I thought I just imagined it, but then our eyes met, and she seemed to smile in my direction. In that exchange of glances neither of us stopped what we were doing, her being fucked and me touching myself. For a second it made this experience of a long-distance.