That special someone always occupies a warm place in our hearts for the rest of our lives. And what if that first love is also the love of our life? A...d what if that is fleeting? That is the meaning of tragedy. That is all a speculation…a preamble to my story.Background: I was christened with my mother’s maiden name, Montague, and no other. My father refused to call me Monty, so I was called Tag, taken from the middle. For years, I said when I was old enough I was going to have it legally. Then I lied on the bed next to her.“Thank you, my slut”, I said.“Oh, I am your slut now?” she asked in a husky voice.“Of course, you are,” I said as I kissed her lips.“You are better than your dad. You are better than most”, she said.“What the fuck do you mean? How many men have fucked you”, I asked.“I don’t keep count. Should be around 15 or 20”, she said.“You are a fucking bitch.”“Who said I am not a bitch?”, she said as she got on top of me.“Am I better than Ganesh?”, I asked her.“He is just. She was much tighter than my mother.With reluctance I pulled my cock all the way out of her velvety tunnel. I was close to coming and I wanted to do a little teasing of my own. I rubbed my glans on her hard clitty and she yelped and wriggled. She was gasping with lust. She reached up for me."Come on Mike; finish what you started. Fuck your sister Mike!" Shelley moaned.I fell forward onto my sister's body and she wriggled her hips until she had my cock positioned at the entrance to her sopping. ”“What did you try to do?”“I tried to forget that you said you wanted to seduce me.”She took the wand from him.“Okay, here’s what we’ve learned. It doesn’t work when you try to do something to yourself.”“Maybe it does, but we’re just not good enough to do it yet,” said Bobby.“No. When you willed me to stop worrying, you weren’t even trying, and it worked perfectly. That’s something else we learned. The wand works better for you than it does for me.”“You think so?”“I’m sure of it,” she said..