The look on her face seeing me drenched in my boyfriends cum, was priceless, she knew what it was and how it got there.Later that night as we lay in b...d, she asked me about sex and in particular, what she saw, was it good, how did it feel and what does it taste like, all the same questions that plagued me at her age of near fifteen.How does an older sister tell her sibling the pros and cons about sex, especially since her own feeling account for what she does.'It tastes like shit', not like I. So everyone was here. All our relatives were there & the house was fully packed. It was really great having everyone together. But the real fun was about to happen at night.Since our house was fully packed, I decided to sleep in Manas Uncle’s house. When I was getting ready to sleep on the sofa in the hall, Uncle said, what are you doing? It’s summer time .You can’t sleep out here. Come & sleep in the bedroom. The AC is on. Manju had already put her bedding on the ground. Uncle & me were to. I would usually find some time with her during the Christmas-New Year’s break as well as the summer. She had finished up with her Associates Degree at Crook and was now working full time with her father, taking a lot of the administrative load off him. Their business was thriving since he found a couple of likely apprentices to help out with the mechanical end.My new roommate, Jim Hammond, was another senior, but a complete opposite of Byron. He was, to put it mildly, a slob. I found myself. " Tusker leant forward in a confiding manner. "It is late in life to suddenly need to cope with the vagaries of two young women. And, I must confess, they display none of the characteristics I would hope to find in daughters of my own, were I to have had any."I recalled the two girls on the train. I found it easy to understand his point of view."They are nineteen," he said. "Their twentieth birthday is in only a few weeks’ time. To me, they seem unprepared for the future, lacking any sense of.