I saw her eyes open and close as she was feeling every stroke of me. She would reach under me, and squeeze my balls every now and then.I began to feel...that most wonderful of feelings, deep inside, as I said, “Are you ready for some more of my cum?”“Any – Any – Anytime at all, go ahead. You’re such a loving brother – my gosh ... I’m so glad I waited for you to come home,” she said with tears in her eyes.“I’ll never ever leave you alone again; that’s how much I love you, how much I’ve always. I don't like going out drinking with mates just for the sake of getting drunk and I don't have a girl friend. Perhaps I am too fussy!I spend a lot of time just standing in my kitchen watching people walking past the house. I like watching people, and in the summer I sometimes go into the local park and sit by the lake and I watch people having fun and I try to guess what they are really like if I got to know them properly. I like to watch people when they are happy. In particular, I love to. She practised on me ... and I thoroughly enjoyed it.I won't say I wasn't frustrated, because I was, but for me there's something about knowing you're trusted. If someone trusts me, I want to be worthy of it. So, whenever I met Helen, I could meet her eyes, and both of us would smile.Philippa was asked out a few times, and even went, though never more than once with any young man. She talked about her dates, to both of us (usually separately), so we knew that she'd at least got confident enough. ”Jamie Landers, 15, born in Madeira, Portugal. Twin brother called Scott. 5 foot 8. My parents died shortly after we were born, too soon for us to be named. Fostered and eventually named by an English taxi driver and his exploited housewife. Awful parents, they really were. I don’t think I ever had a happy day with them in my life. He only married her for sex, and she only married him for his friends. They only fostered us to get more money from the school allowance. Life is hell with them.We.