I got no problem." (Giggle) Before I start, do you still see your cousin? Is she still bi ? Has she had you again since that time? You have set me...a hard task to follow your experience; your's was so good and so well told. I only hope that mine will be as good for you but here goes. My Dad was in the military and spent a lot of time abroad, so when I was a young teen I was sent to a private school as a boarder. It was an old country house, the ivy on the wall type. I don’t mean it was. Problem was (at least what I thought it was) he wasn't interestedin guys, at least not from anything I could see. Boy, was I wrong.It was shortly before the senior prom when my sister surprised me. We hadalready had the junior prom, and my tux rental had been returned. Mom andsis were out shopping almost every day, looking for (in their words) THEdress. Well, it was after one of these days shopping, that sis came intomy room. "Find THE dress?" I joked, over-emphasizing THE in the same. Her Black Master ordered me to strip off. I quickly did it…My wife chuckled, seeing my cock was already hard.She lifted her t-shirt, to show her glistening pussy lips. She looked into the screen as she ran her long fingers down her swollen labia."Time for my beloved cuckold hubby to get busy..." Anita hissed.I dove into those swollen pussy lips, causing Jamal to smile…Ana now ran her soft fingers on my bald head. She moaned softly.She lowered her voice to a whisper, as she slowly hissed to. The Mist River Inn.I read on. The murderer had not been found. The reporter hinted that the Chief of Police knew more than he was telling, no surprise. Victim leaves wife (my mother), small son (me). Reporter finds wife tight-lipped, preparing to leave Cleaver's Mills permanently.I remembered almost nothing of this.Over the next few issues of the paper the story played out gradually. No murderer was ever found. The desk clerk knew nothing, had seen nothing, had heard nothing except the.