The warm cum landing all over my face felt so good and warm. My parents separated not long after my anal escapades began. My father packed up all the ...tuff my mother left behind and put the boxes in the storage room. One day when he was at work I went through the boxes and stumbled across a vibrator. It was pinkish with little bumps on it, about seven inches long, a little bit thicker than my own shaft, with a screw bottom to turn it on.I pulled it out of the box and looked it over. I could. From his desk drawer, her retreated a long, thin cylinder with a nozzle and LED on one end. Gretchen recognized it."Hey! That's the snake! Mr. Blinky!" she exclaimed."Actually, this is his twin brother," Jim exclaimed. "And he comes with an attachment!" Huh?" Gretchen asked, as Jim retrieved a length of tubing and a clear plastic mask. He attached the tube to the nozzle and then slipped the mask over Gretchen's nose and mouth, strapping it to her head."But what's this for?" she asked as he. They were getting pressure from the parents of some of the boy’s coming home for the holiday’s minus there balls. I also think that most of the guy’s realized that it was a better then a 50/50 chance they would lose there baby makers! So the new game in town was a little more civilized. They were called “nad bashers” or “ribbon parties”. There pretty much your normal beer bash except the guys have their nuts pulled out their fly. When they arrive at the party there greeted by the ladies. There. (Sorry I forgot to mention my figure at that time. It was 32-26-30). Then I started squeezing it with my support.It turned me on. I inserted my other hand inside my skirt and started fingering. When I cummed I stopped everything and went to bed. Next day onwards everything went bad when I see my brother. I started thinking sexually about my own brother. But he seems normal. I did not like that. I wanted him somehow enjoy my body. So I tried to arouse him den. I tried exposing my parts to him..