The crotch of his underwear was damp from sweat. His cotton covered testicles made a delightfully soft and meaty mound in my hand. My fingers slid und...r the edge of his underwear and gently brushed against the glans of his penis. His tummy quickly recoiled as I did. I repeated this several times until I could tell from his breathing that he was really hot. I disengaged and pulled away from him to sit on my heals. Through lusty eyes he watched as I brought my fingers to my nose and sniffed the. Now I know that this was possibly the worst day of my life, and in more ways than one this event nearly utterly screwed up the next twenty years of my life. To be simple, Becky was the proverbial girl living next door to me and we had lived our entire childhood together. We were both born in the same month and year (August 1960), went to the same schools, had mostly the same classes and on most Saturday afternoons we went to the same movie matinees together. By the time we were both sixteen,. The twins were watching cartoons on the television in the living and Rachel was standing at the stove, still in her nightshirt, which barely covered her cute butt. “Do you want something for breakfast?” Rachel asked, as I sat down at the dining room table. I wanted to say, ‘Yeah, you,” but I knew better. “Whatever you’re offering, I’ll take,” I replied. To my surprise, Rachel turned and looked at me, spatula in one hand and her other hand on hip, one foot resting on the top of the other and. “She didn’t work out and we had to let her go.”“Tai chi is not a contact sport like judo, ” Clayton explained. “It is more about relaxation and balance than … breaking boards with your hand.”“Have you reached instructor rank?” I asked.“Yes, ” Clayton said. “I can give you the number to the national organization that maintains records if you’d like.”“I’d like to learn that, ” Liz said.“I can help you arrange instruction even if you don’t hire me, ” Clayton offered.“Thank you, ” Liz said.She.