." I said. But, I didn't need to tell her. The orgasm grew and grew. I could feel my body wanting to pull her into me. She drove up into my pelvis, un...avering in the push towards my climax, then it hit like the feverish flush of the bathroom toilet, spewing sexual pleasure up into my body from her mouth as I came and came into her face. I'm sure I was loud. I struggled to hold my balance as my butt quivered with each spasm, pulsing down into her face as she finger fucked me through it. It left. I never had a brother growing up, but for twenty years I’ve had a brother.’ Marion looked at me and said, ‘Bob loved you like that too. He told me last night how lucky we were to be family.’ She paused and none of us spoke. She spoke again, ‘What happens to us now? Can the girls go back to college? Will I lose the house? Do we have enough insurance?’ ‘The girls go back to college. You have enough insurance. I’ve already talked to your insurance guy. You don’t need to lose the house. Is there. His hand rubbed backwards and forward, twisting and pulling; I felt like I was dead and had come to paradise. Then my balls grew hot and I knew I was about to cum. Abruptly my hot boy juice shot into his hand, again and again; each shot a little smaller than the last. It was and has been the best orgasm I have ever had. Sensuously Tommy unzipped his trousers (with the clean hand) and let his 6” cock spring out. His balls were larger than mine and his pubes were a luscious dark black. He then. Shit. Jenny must be right. I am a closed book. So if that's the problem, the obvious solution is let myself open up. To get beyond the simple expedient of being 'the boyfriend' and allowing them to see the real me, which is terrifying to contemplate.Why was that such a scary thought? Fear of rejection? Well, I should be used to that by now. Except, I always took comfort in the idea that they weren't really rejecting me, because they didn't really know the 'real' me. They were rejecting my.