It was so unpleasant. I walked on tiptoes within ten meters but I wasn't steady this way, moreover I was apprehensive about turning my ankle again so ... stopped experimenting. Finally, I reached the house. In the poor light coming out of the two curtained windows, I saw that the house was old. The flowerbeds near the front porch looked overgrown. I had a hard time climbing the three steps and getting to the front door. I knocked and waited. Nothing! I knocked harder. The sound of muffled steps. They surprised me, and I didn't have time to think about it. I just did it, or you did it to me.”“You had to think about it after. How did it feel? Did you like shoving it in her more than it going up and down on you? Did she feel good?”There couldn't be a good way to answer this question. “I decided that it's worse talking to my sister about sex, and I can't say which way was better. Either way, it was great.”“Fine,” Becky said. “We're gonna do it that way. You'll be able to think about it. Cian started playing the computer and the other two boys were just talking. Cian started to get horny and began asking Ben questions. From all the questions they found out that Ben was unsure about his sexuality and loved wanking to porn. Also they found out that when Ben was at a Summer camp last summer he had a blow job from a girl he got to know. He described the night that they were walking hand in hand on the beach and they sat down on the sand where she began wanking him and sucking him. "I'm just a little shook up from all the things he said to me before he took off..." Tell me, mom. What did he say?" I asked as I took her hand in mine.Mom wiped a tear from her eye, and squeezed my hand gently as she replied, "Well, I asked him where he had been all night. As if I didn't already know the answer... He told me that he had been with a real woman. Someone who doesn't bitch about where he's been and what he wants. Someone who isn't as cold as an icebox and doesn't want to put up.