I was about to protest my innocence but Julia shut me down. “It’s ok. She has a wonderful ass.” My guilt was assuaged. For now anyway.Julia ...nd I spent the afternoon at home together. A rare thing for a Saturday. We chatted and read. We watched Ava return from Tennis. We watched Emily leave for a run. We discussed the weather as we watched the clouds darken and the heavy rain fall. Then we saw Emily return from her run. She was quite the athlete but in a much different way to Ava. . I knew "normal boys" didn't go around wanting to try theirmums make up on and what's more, I knew for sure, I couldn't stop atthat! I wanted more! I wanted to look more like her and my sister. Iloved the way they dressed! The way their clothes accentuated their everycurve. Damn it! That's what I wanted to do, I had made up my mind. Itried the make up but now I wanted more, I wanted to dress!!I went home earlier than normal that night after faking an injury fromthe football making sure to. He needs to get used to his sex life being ... all about oral and anal. He needs to embrace the pussy-free lifestyle. Well, free of fucking pussy, that is. Not free of licking it! I don’t like the idea of little Jordans roaming around, anyway. It’s much better to keep him chaste as he should be. Maybe let him jerk off now and then as a reward or something, but he has no business tapping some twat,” Wendy winked at me while slapping Jordan on the butt.“Yep, he was made to get fucked in the ass,. “I guess you could say the cabin was the final indignity in a long chain of events. I grew up in Scranton with my parents and my two younger brothers. In 1917, when I was seventeen years old, a lifelong friend of mine began courting me. His name was Robert Mathis and we quickly fell in love. He was called up in the very first wave of the selective service draft and was scheduled to leave in short order. We agreed to marry before he left. One week after our wedding, Robert was off to the Great.