I stood up having decided to surrender my virginity to my imaginary lover and removed my shorts, but stopped short at removing my knickers, though the...thought of doing so drove my imagination making my knees feel weak, and as I sat back down onto the rubberized bumper, the heat felt like I was naked, causing me to react by bring my legs together, and trap the phallus between my thighs, that felt really nice and I hugged it tightly there.I slipped my hand down the front of my knickers,. So I replied a cautious maybe. That wasn’t good enough for him. ‘If you don’t tell me a sweet sure sir I will take you right here and now.’ I answered,’ ‘I’m sorry but I really need to get cleaned up first’ but he insisted on an answer so I told him that I don’t want to have sex with him. He chuckled and said,’ ‘We’ll see,’ we’ll see.’ I got inside and into the shower. Uncle and mom were naked in the living room she had dildos inside both holes like me and served his cock. Ayumi came home. She. His cock was so hard that it hurt. He was feeling flush, overwhelmed from the weight of this decision. But Christ, he thought, maybe this is what I want?He thought about all the times he had “noticed” his older female cousins, even fantasized about them, or how he sometimes found himself transfixed on his mother’s promotional images, of her oiled up and wearing nothing but a bikini or lingerie set. Maybe he did want in?But then he thought about the risks, about being discovered by someone. There’s a transformation that takes place, in terms of brain chemicals, sure. But to call it conscience…” “Is distressingly accurate,” she smiled, squeezed his sac and put her tongue in his mouth. He sucked it and pressed his roving fingers softly into her slit. “No,” he said. “It’s more complicated than that. We’re doing our biological duty. It’s ancient, part of the cerebral hardware.” “Really?” she said. “Okay, so after you’ve had your celebratory soft time, your triumph—if what you say is.