And not just a guy that's interested in having sex. But someone to marry as well,” Stan said. Stan always could cheer me up and make me happy again....“I'm sorry I've walked in on you masturbating. I guess I never got to see a guy cum. And I guess I've just liked seeing you masturbate even though you are my brother,” I replied. “Are you seriously saying you have been wanting to get a glimpse of me cumming?” Stan asked. “Yes,” I replied. He didn't know what to say. I was his sister and not his. ....." But you couldn't masturbate? Still letting these things hanging betweenyour legs define who you are." she said."Please Tonya," he almost begged."I had a very good time. The man I met was a lot of fun. We danced andmade out. We did go out to his truck early on and I sucked his dick andfinished him off with a handjob."Max just grimaced at what she was saying."Well, at the end of the night we were all worked up again, so I let himfuck me in his pick up truck. Oh Max it was really good to. I. I reached out and grasped it in my hand lightly until he wrapped it with his own to show me he wanted me to hold it firmer. It was warm and rigid, yet soft and smooth. I slowly began stroking him up and down, unsure of how fast I should go. Squeezing harder, I watched the skin move up and down freely in my grasp, the head swelling on each upstroke. So that's how it works, I thought. His reaction to my efforts showed me I must be doing ok. I still couldn't fathom how he could possibly fit. It wasn't just clay though. I could do that with nearly anything--clay, wood, stone flesh."As he finished, I stood before him naked. Most of my fantasies involvedrelationships with men, with me as a woman. I had never gone through withanything of that sort in real life though--partly from lack ofopportunity, but mostly because I was just not attracted to men. Untilnow. He could do anything he wanted to me, and I knew I would do anythinghe wanted. I was his. His to command. His to mold. His to.