He obviously realised this as he stood up and stood facing me just to my left. He started to lean forward and I realised he wanted to stick it in my m...uth. I adjusted my position and sat up a bit to allow this. His dick was mere centimetres from my mouth as I paused, fully aware that I was about to perform oral sex on another man for the first time ever. I stuck out my tongue and licked his head. It didn’t taste clean. I could taste some cum on it, similar to the taste of my own that I had. At around 2:00 in the morning I woke up, needing to pee. As I was walking to their toilet, I heard a moan come from Leslie's room. Thinking that her argument must have really torn her up I went to see if she was okay.What I walked in on, my young, drunk and stoned-self was not prepared to see. Thank goodness I had been asleep long enough to remember what I was about to see, and realize.I guess at some point after Brent left, Leslie called her friend Kat. The moan I heard had come from Leslie. " Picture? What picture?" The one that dad took of you... uh, you know..." WHAT GOD DAMN PICTURE BILLY?"Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at her face. She was mad, madder than I had ever seen her in my short life. "The... the one of you lying on the bed in just your panties." Oh my God! I had completely forgotten about that picture. Where did you find it Billy? Tell me, where?" In... in the back of your closet, with the other family pictures in the shoe box." Oh sweet Jesus. Jesus, Jesus,. I closed my eyes and masturbated, my lithe body arched, my buttocks rising from the seat, the fleshy pads of both my ankles flattening, as they became the pivotal points, taking my body weight as my impending orgasm started building from my curled toes and travelled the length of my calves, thighs, taught buttocks, my fingers gliding between my labia and hooking inside my vagina, with expert rapidity, titillating my budding pearl, a clear sheen on its well polished pink surface, as my finger.