We were brought up strictly catholic in a place that had abandoned that particular sect. Youth today resents regimentation in any form.Now, my feature... are dominated by my Italian descent, with black hair, olive skin, and dark eyes, whereas my sister has light skin and green eyes. The hair is bleach blond - it started out as light brown.I took after my mother and my sister took after dad, appearance-wise.But my name seemed to come from a Frank Zappa drug induced nightmare! I was called Milhous. "I've got something for you to put on," she whispered.I stiffened nervously but she hugged me gently and softly kissed my lips."It wont hurt, it's just a little cock ring." O.K., but be careful," I agreed.I shivered with delight as her delicate fingers manipulated the ring over my bursting cock. I felt the rubber stretch around my girth and my hips thrusted gently as the ring tightened slightly around the base of my erection. Deftly she guided my cock and rubbed it against her stiff little. Mikka bit his lips to crush a little moan of ecstasy as, down beneath the pearly satin-covered duvet, the younger man started to suck hard on his rigid, drooling cock. ‘I don’t know, Mikka,’ PJ admitted. ‘That doesn’t mean that he can’t be destroyed. I saw his kind killed in Frisco last month and it wasn’t pretty.’ ‘Why would some want to do that to him though?’ Mikka was having trouble staying focussed as Trent nodded lower on him. He gripped the boy’s loose, dark hair and began to thrust. "Oh Zoë," Jeannie moaned, closing her eyes, enjoying the moment, feeling the heat intensify in her womb, between her legs. "Zoë... Zoë..." But suddenly, Jeannie opened her eyes and exclaimed, "Oh no!" What?" Zoë asked, nonplused, stopping her stroking. She couldn't believe her sister had changed her mind about making love."We forgot that damned door again. Let's lock it before something happens."Heaving a sigh of relief, Zoë stood up, rushed to the door, turned the key.