”We sat there for several minutes, not speaking. I could feel her breathing and the warmth of her small, firm body against my side. Her hair smelled...of flowers and the warmth radiating from her carried the seductive scent of a healthy, desirable woman, pheromones or whatever it is that so muddles the male mind. Her emotions were a jumble of things, the fear and pain and horrid memories receding, now replaced by hope, by doubt, by longing and by a sense of relief, like something dark and heavy. My cock started tingling. I sat down next to him, and our host put in a VHS porn tape (this WAS the early '80's) Of course, it was a gay flick, and it was about black guys and white sissies. They weren't trannies or CD's, but they were sissies. As the movie progressed, Walter started squeezing my thigh, and running his hand up and down my inner thigh. It was obvious he wasn't here for the guy whose apartment it was, and I could sense a bit of jealousy on his part. Eventually Walter pulled me. ”Mene usay kitchen may neche lita dia aur cooking oil hath may le ke us k mammon pe mal dia aur jism pe… Phir us k chikne mammay daba ke chut chatne laga, wo chudaasi ho rahi thi aur mera sar andar daba ke bol rahi thi “madarchod behanchod ho tum, harami tharki teri nazar thi mere jism pe, ab kha meri chut ki malaai” mene kaha “khaun ga jaan bas tu muut aur malaai nikal, sab pee jaun ga, bhosra chat jaun ga tera madarchod” phir wo ek dafa thandi hui aur mene chut ka pani chat ke pee lia us. She was curled up against me, with my arm d****d over her. As the movie ended, I switched the TV and looked and my baby sister. Her face was furrowed and she looked like she was considering something serious. “What’s up sis?” I asked. She looked up at me.“Can I talk to you about something?”“Anything”“It’s kind of awkward and personal” “Anything you ever want to talk about, I will be here for you Angie” I said. I squeezed her tighter with one arm and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Thanks Zack,.