People thought we were just odd, and that was fine by us.We didn't have sex until I was 17 and he was 19 and even then it just sort of happened and wh...n it did it seemed so natural that it wasn't all that special. It became special once we got the hang of it. We did the usual things and they got better and better as time passed. He didn't make gallons of cum, I didn't mess his bed with squirting. Why am I telling you this? Because the reality of an i****tuous relationship is far, far removed. You ain't gettin' laid, you ain't happy. I ain't gettin' laid by you, you damn unhappy."I sat down on the porch swing. He sat beside me."What if Vette's right?" 'Bout?" About me being, I don't know. Oversexed."He snorted. "Then you get laid uh lot. So?" So, it ain't normal."He laughed outright. "Normal? What in the hell do I know 'bout normal. Dude you have got ta be shittin' me!" He swung around and put his head in my lap. "Peter, I will do whatever you tell me. I'll do it publicly, long as it. She told me she got wet talking about sex all day and she really wanted to see my cock. I told her only IF I got to go down on her and she reciprocated....Off to the bathroom for a quick shower.We started kissing and got undressed pretty quickly. It was nice to see her huge tits up close and personal, they were so soft and her nipples got as big as raspberries when I sucked on them. She grabbed by cock and would not let go as I sucked her tits as the water ran over us. She said that the shower. Mentally working out a bathing routine that she thought she should use if this was truly going to be a daily thing. She moved on to do his legs, one at a time, running her soapy hands up and down his long limbs, rubbing and ensuring that all the sweat and grime was removed. She did not jerk away when she inadvertently brushed against his scrotum. It was merely one more part of his body to clean.With his arms up against the side of the shower, Brian simply stood and let Kirstin wash him, her.