They put on the other things—clothing is the name that Maggie says—to hide parts that others may find attractive. This is not sensible. I still am...not near to understanding humans and their ways.But I am glad that I send the unpleasant female away with the water that I push at her with my pee in it. She does not return, and that pleases me.“Babe, why do men pay money to see women with their clothes off?”“Huh?”They were sitting lazily in the small section of her trailer that passed as a. But most of the time I was on my own. Yes, that's what I mean. Masturbating. And that's what started it.One evening I was in my room, as usual, daydreaming and fantasizing, giving myself pleasure. I was nude and had slowly worked my erection to its full size. It was a night that I was going slowly, not in a hurry to cum. Suddenly I heard a noise. Was it a gasp, a moan? I wasn't sure, but I swung my head toward the door and caught a glimpse of my sister. My sister! Shit, not my sister! Then I. "I'm curious," I told her. "What is it you really want tonight? Oh, I know you want to cum, but how, exactly? Tell me what this tight little pussy is begging for tonight. Something very nasty, I'll bet."I took her face in my hands as she considered her answer, tilting her head up and turning it from side to side as one might examine prize breeding stock. Her eyes were wild with expectation, portals forced open to expose hints of secrets held at unknowable depths. If only I could have lowered a. He didn’t get as much traffic from this direction.Sounds also carried far and usually the visitors gave him plenty of time to observe them before they got to him if he was busy when they arrived. It was rare that anyone approached his home without his knowledge.The fact that he felt them enter the weather shield that protected the crossroads and his tree, always gave him some warning and did his other methods of detection.He loved his treehouse and where he lived.On this cold stormy evening,.