" Like what?" I asked."Think about it. Popularity maybe, or attention. Lots of things. Just keep your eyes open." Ok." I wasn't going to argue with he... if it ended the conversation. Thankfully my parents turned the conversation over to asking my sister Cara about her day.After dinner I went back to my room and tried to get caught up on some of my school work. I could see that it was going to take a few days to actually get all the stuff I missed done. I knocked out a bunch of it before my eyes. Well you know... cocks!" Bobo! Don't say that!" Don't say what?" I asked innocently."C-c-cock-k-k." Why not? That's what it's called, isn't it?" No! I mean... Yes... But-but it's... wrong." What do you want me to call it than?" Well... I don't know." No you can't call a hard-on for pee-pee, can you?"She had to giggle when she heard that."Oh yes you can, Bobo, especially when you have such a sweet looking cock!" she said giggling and blushing even more."OK than. You can call it pee-pee, I'll. "Dirties?" I said as I entered.I saw Breanna sitting on her bed, reading a book. She wasn't much of a bookworm, but she was known to lose herself in the latest teen romance now and again. She didn't even look up as she nodded and pointed to her hamper. I was a moment sifting through her clothes, doing what I assumed every mother did while rummaging through her underwear. I checked for cum stains.I knew how girls were nowadays, and I knew how I was at her age even twenty years ago. Boys on the. She again planted me on my lips now she was a little nervous.We went to Sanghi temple while going on my bike she was kept her hand on my shoulder and after sometime she moved her hand inside my shirt from top side and was just rubbing softly on my haired chest. I’m not knowing anything but liked the feeling very much which can’t be expressed as there are no words in the world to express that kind of feel, it has to be experienced not to be listened or to be spoken. We went to her home at around.