Got it?”, Holden snapped at her. She was kind of pissed, she would love to brag to everyone that she slept with her hot, popular, stepbrother. “Go... it.” She said and he started the car and took them home. The next few days were awkward. Holden pretty much stayed away from her as much as he could. But, Maxynn would always catch glimpses of him staring at her ass or checking her up and down. When she asked him about it, he pretty much denied it and said she was seeing things. But one night,. He ended up rejecting that idea because he wasn't even sureif his membership was valid anymore.Passing through the bedroom he and his girlfriend shared gave him pause.He noticed that their hamper was very full of laundry. He knew tonightthat Alicia would be going to a laundromat. She tended to get hislaundry done with hers. He was struck by an interesting idea.He tended to go for a few days without a shower. It wasn't like he wasever doing strenuous activities that would raise a sweat. He was. Meanwhile Alan set up his portable barbecue and wind breakers to form a kitchen area where he planned to cook their repast.Meanwhile Gwen and Susan spread out the travel rugs and prepared for their own afternoon of fun. It was Gwen who started the proceedings when she snapped at Alan, "Hey, you faggot, get here this minute!" she shouted.Alan not knowing she was talking to him ignored her and carried on laying out his kitchen. Suddenly he heard "Alan, you fucking cock sucking wimp, if you are. To torture him with her own body, and that torture was directly linked to her own pleasure. The combination of his reactions and her own physical pleasure took her to heaven's gates. Older ladies had often told her of similar things. How the intimacy of the act made it for them. The direct sense of power over a boy, someone so clearly below her. She'd heard the head priestess herself mention how in the Goddess' world, the worst tortures were actually the moments being raped by the demonesses,.