. in the house that used to be yours, so you’re the Chair.”I rolled my eyes more dramatically, looked at Civia’s mom, and said, “Has Civia men...ioned our ‘gang?’ [air quotes]” When she replied in the positive, I said, “It’s a fun thing we do when we’re discussing some serious and definitely non-serious topics that impact our group friendship. We used to have sleepovers scattered among our various houses, so it fit with our tongue-in-cheek gang that the leader was the one at whose house we were.. Any who do more than touch hands will be castrated.”As we relaxed I was asked a lot of question about what country the boarding school was in, what I did there and what I had found I liked doing here at the resort when I wasn’t having sex with the girls.When one of the boys asked what it was like to fuck his sisters, I answered, “If I ever get it on with one of them I will let you know. Think how much trouble you are having right now not busting a nut in your shorts looking at their wet muffs. “Looks like your son is jealous,” my aunt said as they both laughed at me. “He’s pissed that his cousin and uncle got to fuck his mom before him.” It was true, I was jealous, but also pissed at my mom for letting Brian cum inside her. Mom continued laughing as she crawled over to me like a cock-crazed slut hungry for cum. “Oh baby, I’m sorry, did you want to fuck me?” she asked mocking me. “I thought you were gay.”“I’M NOT FUCKING GAY!” I shouted at her.“Well then why don’t you show me,” she. The trip to the campsite took almost an hour as we followed the road along the shoreline, stopping every so often to savor the view and then scamper through the leaves before returning to the car. The afternoon went by in a blur of red and yellow leaves, a lunch of grilled steaks, potato salad, and wine enjoyed in that quiet isolation that must be what prompted someone to name that little spit of land Lonesome Point. It was still very warm as the sun started to set. Heidi leaned back into my.