It sure was strange listening to five different cell phone conversations at once.Well sure enough they arrived right on time loaded down with booze an... ready to get shit faced.I took a little walk around the neighborhood. I saw Mrs. Brown taking her groceries out of her trunk and offered to help. While I was helping I was telling her that my parents were away for two weeks and that my sister invited a bunch of boys over to party. I told her someone should do something about it before someone. A few days later I was hanging out with a black guy friend of mine and we passed Savannah in the hall and I asked if she wanted to hangout with us. She said she was busy. Then for a week she didn't answer my calls, or texts, and she didn't call back. So I went to her dorm room and asked her what the hell was up. She kind of danced around the answer and I called her out on her BS. She finally answered that she didn't want to hangout with me because I was friends with and dated black guys. I was. Sure, he was both anxious and nervous like she had said, he couldn’t and wouldn’t try to deny that, but Joanna believed it was born of embarrassment, humiliation and maybe even a little fear. After all, she was forcing her cross-dressing brother to dress up like herself and blow her hung girlfriend, something she herself refused to do because it was in her mind ‘icky’, so why wouldn’t he feel that way?What she didn’t know however was that his anxieties and nerves stemmed from something. I had to make a conscious effort to keepmyself subtly turned to hide my hard cock from the view of the athleticguy. In the hallway, I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against thewall for a second. I turned to leave, my cock still visibly hard, andstopped dead in my tracks. Jay stood at the end of the hallway. The lookon his face was one of amusement and superiority. I tried to hide my hardcock, but he had already seen it and the sight of him, tall, straight andtoned only made it.