." she lifted up the bottom of my T-shirt "...Lawrence here is cut." She gently nestled my cockhead in one hand. Estupendo!" So tell me, have either o... you guys ever done docking?" Non-plussed, we shook our heads. "Wonderful – then it'll be a first for you both! T-shirts off, gentlemen. Step into the shower, if you will, please?"Still naked, she followed us into the large tiled space. "Now face each other and just very gently let the tips of your cocks touch. But don't use your hands!"We did as. She pushed her eyes close to the opening and gently touched the doorknob.The strange light she'd first seen shining under the door was that of two candles. They made shadows flicker around the walls of Lee's room.And then she saw the figures on the bed. But, God, it was unbelievable! It was Betty, her red hair mussed, her small breasts heaving up and down. She was flat on her back, legs spread wide. Crouching between her thighs was her very own brother. Lee! Lee was doing something to his. I kept it in my hand and stuffed it in mymouth at the right time. We shared orgasms and then I slept. Next morningthere was a lipstick in my bathroom next to my soap. I put it on before Iwent to the piano. It was the same taste as the girl's. I wore it all dayas I played. No one came. After a few days a girl came in to cut my hair. She was wearing a nametag that said "Becky". Maybe that was a mistake, but I made sure toremember it. We went into another room I hadn't seen before where therewas a. Bryan baked bread for the family, usually once a week and he made large fluffy loaves of whole wheat bread that wouldn't have been recognizable as such. Typically Monday was his baking day, so the bread from the previous Monday was getting somewhat aged and perfect for toast.There was a large bread box along one counter where the bread was stored. Bryan used old hot-dog and hamburger bun bags to keep the bread relatively fresh inside, though he had to cut the loaves in half before they would.