I took a deep breathe and answered.“Hello”, I managed to muster in my best nonchalant voice.“Hi Jeff, it’s Beth, how are you?” was her reply...She began to tell me how busy at work she had been that week. She said that she had thought about calling a few times but never got up the nerve. I confided to her that I had did the same thing. Suddenly two people who used to always get along were now struggling to even hold a normal conversation.“Look Beth, I think we should have a talk when you have. An unspeakable horror would now be inflicted on my sister. Ifelt myself start to collapse and Steve grabbed hold of me and pulled meover to the bed. He sat down hard and threw me over his knees like alifeless puppet, my head hanging inches off the ground.I slowly turned my head and through my blurred vision I could see half adozen pairs of legs in high heels and stockings. I twisted my headfurther and saw the heavily made-up eyes of Steve's stable of transvestiteprostitutes watching me. He told me if I closed my eyes I could pretend he was a girl. After a few minutes I said what the hell. He helped me unzip and unbutton my pants. I pulled my cock over the top of my underwear and He took ahold of it. I have never had another guy do this. He leaned over and I closed my eyes. He started stroking and licking my slowly growing cock. I got to my full length of 7 and a quarter inches and he told me to lift my hips. I did and he pulled my pants to my knees and told me to relax again.. I started up the old iron genny in preparation to head out and went below to stow the sail cover and get something to drink for the voyage.I had just reached in to the fridge when I thought I heard a voice over the sound of the motor."Ahoy, Mr. B" came a familiar voice.I climbed up in to the cockpit and standing there on the dock was Sara. She had on her normal blue jean shorts, tank top with bikini underneath and her beach bag over her shoulder.I was a little confused to say the least."Sara?.