Sally was working at her lighting store, inherited from her parents (Steve worked from home, but never seemed to do anything to justify the good money...he made selling ad space for a family of magazines.) Breakfast was served - cereal with a banana sliced into the mix.There the conversation got personal. "Have you ever had a boyfriend, Ronnie? he asked."No," Ronnie replied, surprisingly relaxed at this - yet another overly personal family conversation. "Those that know aren't interested, those. She put oil on my hamstrings and went to work. She brushed my testicles several times while doing this. It didn’t seem to bother her and to me it seemed like a pleasant accident. I didn’t take it as sexual in any way.She then said turn over and so I did. I was totally exposed. She had moved the sheet to do my lower body. She didn’t seem to be in a hurry as she arranged a pillow for my head. The sheet was put back over my waist and she put a warm towel over my eyes like a blindfold. I still. I cornered one of the girls about it and all she would say was "I've promised not to talk about it, but holy fuck." I finally asked her about it. She told me that once the girls were of age, if they wanted to she would "get them off", just as a "between the girls" thing."I can show you, but you have to promise not to talk about it." I don't know, it seems a little weird." It's up to you. Only if you want to. For my part, it's just touch, really pleasurable touch. But, it's only ok if you are. It was a week before Halloween and she told me about a Halloween party she was planning to attend. She asked my what I thought of her idea for a costume. She would use her boyfriends shoulder pads and helmet and dress up as a football player. Naturally, I told her she’d look pretty, and we started to talk about making her look more like an athlete and like a man. We talked about how a man has a thicker waste, so she ought to wear something around her waist to lessen how her hips flared out –.