He looked... healthy... yes, that was the perfect word. Somehow, she stammered out the question, what would he like and then felt foolish at...her girlish incompetence. His voice dripped into her ear, a deep resonance that seemed to tickle her cochlea and ping at strings inside her she didn’t know existed. Dazed, she managed to take his order, managed to convey it back to Mrs Giles, who owned the teashop and then, managed to totter back to his table when the tea he had ordered. “And why not?” she said back to me. I so wanted to explain it all. I could not. I wasn’t going to break her trust. First off, okay, my cock is a nice looking, decent sized cock, but it isn’t the biggest by far. Secondly and more importantly, we know one another. And third of all, I am much older then her, I wanted to say too. She emailed me again asking why not. All I could say was “Because” and that was all I was willing to tell her. “Who are you then?” she said. All I told the young, sweet. He was naked, his erect penis in full erection. She remembered having had it in her hand during their high school years. If she remembered right he was not quite as thick as Bart as but he was much longer than Phillip. But I’m not sure my memory is clear on that.She wondered how she would know if he would be trying to be defensive. I’ll watch his eyes. Malcolm (her son) always telegraphs guilt when he is talked with in that way. If he gets nervous I’ll know that something is going on. Maybe. With a little victorious under-the-cover fist bump you spring up out of bed. Fully naked you slip a towel around your waist and head straight for the shower, with mum and dad at work you don't care much for modesty, you've always been close with your sister and you know she wouldn't think much of catching you in a towel.As you arrive at the bathroom door though you find it locked, the soft patter of water lets you know Brittany is currently in there. The thought of water trickling down her thin.