They would go around close to nude, every night and morning.It was by older sister carol that first noticed my problem. Even back then, I would be har... most of the time.She had come into the bathroom while I was in the tub, and asked me to show her my dick. It was nine inches, back then. While being a boy, I showed my older sister, who was ten at the time.Carol asked if she could touch it, to which I said, "Sure, go ahead. Just don't hurt me."Carol had been playing with me for about ten. Was it really only that very afternoon? I cast all memories of Kyra from me -- that had been work, though very pleasant work; this was pleasure for its own sake.I had recovered from my afternoon's delight, at least as far as my libido and stamina was concerned. I was still going to have to sit carefully however!My libido had been restored -- that needed little time -- but my need had been eased and I could take a little longer than I had with Kyra.I varied my speed, pumping hard and fast when. I started with long, slow strokes to build up a rhythm. That wasn't enough for her apparently though. "I said FUCK ME, damnit," she demanded. "Pretend I'm your bitch wife Sara, hatefuck my ass."I don't know where this girl came from, but damnit if it wasn't hot as hell. I took her at her word and started fucking her as hard as I could. I thought about all the times Sara had turned me down, or even more frustrating the times I'd made her cum and she decided she was too tired to reciprocate.. She had brown hair with a sort of coppery cast to it, deep brown eyes like Mom's, a roundish face with a beautiful clear complexion, and rather pouty full lips. She was a beauty. She had a vibrant personality and was somewhat more outgoing and more outspoken than Mom. For several years she had been treating me like an equal adult, and I really appreciated that. We were good friends and enjoyed talking with each other on all kinds of subjects.She was married to a lawyer, who was always busy,.