OK?”“Thank you. Ask for Paul in the snack shop.”The time was 14:30. Fran would be home in an hour. I left a note for Fran to call me and walked ...o the bus stop. Fran called when I was waiting to transfer buses. My trip totaled ninety minutes. I paid $5 to enter the museum. It was filled with likely less than 100 school children but it sounded like 200 kids were having a good time.Unlike the museum grounds, the snack shop was quiet. I asked the clerk if he knew where to find Paul.“I’m Paul. You. Well, more than a bit. But the sex was good, really good).Three weeks ago, on a Saturday, Sean was sitting around one morning studying when I got up and came out to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Now, we are brother and sister, we've been around each other all our lives, are quite comfortable around each other (No, we don't parade around naked, flaunting whatever we might wish to flaunt, no, but we're not Victorian, either.) and Sean was in his boxers and I was in what I often sleep in,. Her mouth was on my cock and her hands were on my balls. Then there was a knock on the door. Yes, Anne, what is it? She said, can I come in and talk a bit? I was pretty much left in the dark as to what was happening. Kathy said, sure, please do, we were just chatting. he obviously forgot about my huge cock, that was dying to get into her. Fuck it, lets just see what happens. Anne came through the door looking like a vision. She wore the same white night gown, and her. Don't get me wrong, I'm basically a red-blooded heterosexual male, but I'm not insensitive to feelings like that.”“Oh, Uncle Jack, what on earth do you mean?” said Tessa. “You mean you fancied other men? Maybe still do?” she asked archly.“No, not any more, but something happened about five or so years ago, before I met Megan, that, how can I put it, sowed the seeds of doubt in my mind.”“Do tell,” said Tessa. “Your secret's safe with us.”“You sure you want to hear this? It's probably not.