Both women had medium breasts and were pleasingly plump but not fat.Dad had long ago divorced and split ,so it was just me and the two women left to r...ise me. It was always the same Mom or grandma would knock on the door while I was in the tub and tell me.turn around and face the wall Donny I need to pee.With that they would enter drop theyre pants and pantys and have a pee.Usually they would casually talk small talk. After a bit of prodding, on the walk back to our building, he agreed to talk, speak to me over dinner...We met on a chilly evening, in the far corner of the cafeteria, over a plate of steaming hot pork dumplings and ice-cold bottles of Sprite.He looked around nervously as he talked and spoke in a quiet voice, only mouthing certain words.He said the school paid to have most of the history of the area wiped off the internet, though a few things would inevitably pop up in a deep dive, like they. I could never sleep when I was horny, so I decided that if I did it quietly, my sister would never notice. I have known my sister my whole life, of course, but I have never thought of her in this sort of way. She was growing up and becoming a woman. She started shaving when she was twelve and her period became regular at the same time. Under my covers, I pulled my bottoms down to my knees, my shirt just above my breasts, and began to slowly finger myself, occasionally glancing Heather’s. ”I gasped as my vision of the ceiling was shoved roughly aside, replaced by myriad cascading images, some still, some moving, a thousand pictures and clips flashing into my brain faster than I could comprehend. My muscles quivered, tensing and relaxing spasmodically, though I was barely aware of my body. A hundred voices echoed, as if a hundred masters were teaching a hundred lessons at once.Names attached themselves to the different styles my brain was absorbing: White Crane, Shaolin Wushu,.