“Did I get bigger over night? It looks like it doubled in size!”Indeed, it had. But Jimmy did not yet realize these things. He was more focused on...another realization: he was horny. The feeling of his hand on the underside of his dick was much more intense than usual, and his cock throbbed in his hand. As he slowly bent his fingers around it, the once familiar feel of his tool was now different. Where he could previously wrap his fingers around his meat, he now strained to do so. But he didn’t. Jill reached toward him, tempted to reciprocate, but she forced her hand down. "If we are going to do this we need some things." She gasped as his thick finger tickled between her legs. "We need to have rules."Ramone pulled his hand out from her robe reluctantly. "Fair enough. My safeword is Lemon Tree."Jill was focused on the deep brown hand that was hanging in the air in front of her. "That's part of it," she said. She lowered her head to his hand. She touched her tongue to the crease. This was wrong. I knew it was wrong. I had to stop myself from hitting her.I locked myself in place. I froze my arms against my body. Turning into a statue seemed like a good plan. Statues generally don’t hit people.I knew the urge to hit my sister was wrong. I knew it was irrational. It was bad that I hit my sister once. It would be even worse to hit her again.I hit my sister. I hurt my parents. Sometimes I’m not a very nice person.Tara let go of me and went over to sit on the toilet. I turned. This isn’t to embarrass you but so you are sure and I am sure what your intentions are.”“Sir, I am sorry. I am stumbling, I know that. I am fighting all these years of what it means to be a proper woman, mother and wife. But I don’t want what was, any more. I want what our unit, our circle, can be. And I realized, Sir, that I am motivated to see you pleased. I become excited, emotionally and physically, when I realize I have pleased you. It feels like I am finally being honest about myself..