Odd, I thought. Not too common a pronunciation. In fact, that was my last name too. Funny coincidence."What are your parents' names," I asked."Oh," sh... stated, "they're divorced. Dad is Stephen and I think my mom was Cynthia."Very odd, I was thinking, because that was my parents' names too! "Holy shit," I said, then thought better of it. I was going to keep this my little secret.Fucking my own sister. What a fucking turn-on. I was not about to ruin this yet. I still had plans for little miss. Finally, I felt the sensation getting closer to me; it was such a turn on to be over-top of this strong man and playing with myself, while he doesn't see me. I started pumping even faster as my pussy walls moistened even more and got tighter with every stroke of my fingers, until finally I lost all control of my balance and fell over on his chest while I was squirting my warm pussy juices all over his arm. It was so warm, and wet and juicy. It felt so good I couldn't even take my fingers out of. "Are you going to have any trouble explaining what the plan is to your parents?" I asked."No. I'm afraid they just assumed I would take care of this myself and didn't give much thought to how I would go about it. They think of me as an adult now, so they feel I can manage on my own. I wish that was so, but I have more school to complete and I'm damned if I'm going to give up now." Well, all that worry is in the past. You have a place to live and the privacy of your own room. We even have a home. After that day, I was a changed man. Adam made no contact with me until a text message a week later that told me I was not even a good cocksucker and that he wouldn't waste any more time with me...unless I was willing to give him money. Of course, the next day I gave him $1000 just to let me come to him and blow him at his work. To this day...he won't even answer my messages unless I e-transfer him $100. Here's a copy of the text he sent me...and all the replies...Adam: Hey little faggot.