“Why not?” “What would people think?” Jim took both of her hands in his. “I don’t care. I love you Marie. I have for years. Your phone cal...s and visits are the only thing that kept me from losing it at the end with Mom. One of the last things she said to me when she saw me smile after talking to you was tell her.” “Really?” Marie asked, a single tear rolling down her cheek. “The only thing she disapproved of was me being chicken and moping about it.” A half-sobbing chuckle shook her body as. And though I tried my best to hide it, I thought she was absolutely gorgeous.I, on the other hand, am barely 5'2, and I dressed solely in black at the time– usually just a plain black t-shirt and black skinny jeans. I had short black hair shaved at the back and sides, and if I didn't wear makeup and dressed in the right clothes, I could almost pass as a guy. I identified (and still do) as genderfluid, and my sexuality was something I preferred not to put a label on.I shared all this with Trinka. .I don’t know what happened but i started stroking my hard dick until a liquid comes out from it.I just masturbate thinking about my elder sister, but i don’t want this with my sister so for few months i start sleeping in other rooms or when she try to hold my hand i move to different direction..But one day i saw anushka in her undergarments while she is changing.She has a very nice figure round ass and round mango like boobs i want to touch them then i decided to let her enjoy herself and i. ‘Good … you needed to get it out. You been carrying that guilt around for way too long.’ Wesley smiled and grasped his friend’s hand and squeezed it firmly. Lance had gotten over the guilt a lot sooner than Wesley had. Why, there wasn’t any answer. Anne was very dear to both of them, and Lance had watched it all happen right in front of him. Why the healing process was so much different between the two of them was unexplainable. Wes just nodded his silent thanks and chuckled as he felt a cow.