We also agreed to be honest and keep talking about our extraordinary relationships.Brad patted my leg and said, "I think if any of us feels uncomforta...le, we should stop and no one should get upset. I love my sister, I'm falling in love with Megan, and I feel Glen is my friend. I don't want sex to fuck it up."Once again, we all agreed. We felt open communications, honesty, and understanding could overcome jealousy. The four of us hugged and kissed as we entered into a pact of friendship and. I've noticed over the years There are transcendent times in a massage parlor. Moments that get stuck in your psyche. Moments you can replay while jerking off when your lonely and they are magic moments, as Perry Como once sang long ago. Those times when you’d swear the corners of your vision were all misty. Well there was one time at this place on the state line Iregularlywent to that I never ever will forget. I was horny, as usual, and went to the parlor to get my rocks off. I met a large girl. The moon was just now an agonising blur for Lucinda, one she feared would pop her eyeballs. Just as they were about to burst and run down her cheeks everything went black like metal shutters had fallen. Now there was nothing but blackness with Lucinda mute, blind, deaf and paralysed but with her senses of touch and smell still keen as ice cold hands that stank of decay ran themselves down her body. Lucinda, without even the dubious comfort of being able to unleash a cathartic scream, was afraid. Although he was rather short and very skinny I found him quite attractive. One day, while Amanda and Aunty Betty were out, I decided to take a chance and changed into a short skirt and piled on the makeup. Steve was sitting on the sofa watching television when I walked. I could tell from the bulge in his shorts that he was pleased to see me, so I walked over and sat on his lap. I was not wearing any panties and after a few passionate kisses and some strategic wiggling the inevitable.