Bridge, noticing her tone, asked Jazz, "What are you thinking?" "Me?" When Bridge nodded, Jazz just said, "Well, if he likes us, why not us? Hell, I'... love to get with a guy like that." "Yeah, I guess..." Bridge trailed off, giving it some thought. Megan looked between them, but didn't say anything. This was her brother, but she did want him to enjoy himself sometime. She definitely wasn't interested in her own brother, but maybe... Wait, what was she thinking? He was about 6 years older. Then we both started moving, slowly fucking in the water."I like your cock. Maybe you can come over some time for a sleepover. Just tell your parents it's with Dennis. My parents let me sleep with guys when I want so you could sleep with me. Or you and Dennis could sleep with me. Did he tell you he's fucking me, has since I was eleven?" Um, no, he didn't mention it. I, uh, well, yeah, I think I'd like to do that. I sure like doing this," I managed to get out as my cock slid in and out of her.. Then off the highway a few miles and down a long gravel road. Then I drove down a long drive way. I pulled up to a nice big barn with a small cabin next to it. There was a pickup there and a guy stepped out of it. We shook hands and he asked If I could run a tractor. I told him yes and he showed me the barn. He said all you have to do is bush hog when the grass gets high. Feed the livestock and fix a fence if need be. He said there is twenty acers here and fifteen sheep. He told me his ram died. I don’t know if this is significant or not. However, the first time I noticed anything unusual was probably when I saw a film on TV in which a boy masqueraded as a girl for some reason or other. I recall how this gave me a peculiar feeling or sensation, coupled with a certain ambivalent desire to have that experience. When I read Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn, in which the protagonist did precisely the same thing at some point, and again, I experienced the mixture of curiosity, with a sense of.