"Let's play a game," I said lightly.My brother had left twenty minutes before, taking Cheryl home and soon making love to her, I hoped. My parents and...I were sitting in the family room, which was where we lived really. It was large and overcrowded with books and photographs and the everyday things which make up twenty years of family life. My parents had bought that house when I was three and I'd known no other until I'd left for college."A game?" my father grunted, holding a tumbler of scotch.. Off course we had to have a piss session too, as Jim got the guys to rally around both Liz and I, shooting streams of fluid at our faces now and boobs, before washing of in the sea, then it was back up the beach for more fun, around 2pm as guys left, we took of home. Quite a few guys followed us home, Mark and Jim, took control, as we set up the bench ready for Princes show, Grant wanted him first, as Prince licked the fresh cum, running from his butt, I told Mark to slide under the bench, and. "I want to talk to you about last night," Sheila said, as she sipped her coffee."Okay, what's on your mind?" I responded."Tell me something, I know I turned you on. Why didn't you want sex with me?" Sheila asked.Her question was both delicate and dangerous. The wrong answer could do damage to our relationship, but I had no idea of what she thought the correct answer should be. I followed my grandfather's advice: tell the truth if all else fails.I set my coffee down on the fireplace hearth, took. I bite into one of the balls and it is amazing. “MMM. Fish balls,” I moan as Cindy bites into one.“Spicy,” but good, she says surprising me by not complaining. We continue down the street eating the fish balls with Cindy still holding my arm and looking around. I know she won’t admit it, but I think she is having a good time.We are stopped at another venue as the lady point at her food. I recognize the word squid and potato. I remember eating squid yesterday and point to it. She puts a handful.