But the story also included Whitney as the girl I marry, and other characters based on Whitney's sisters. It had a bunch of crazy sex in it that would...never happen in real life, but I jacked off about 87 times while I wrote it. It also brought about all of this recent sexual activity with Whitney and her sisters and now my sister."Don't worry baby!" I reassured her as I reached for her. "You know that--ow my head-- you know that you're the one in the story that the guy marries!"Whitney looked. Stepping out of the car and closing the door, Travis walked slowly to where his mother stood waiting for him at the edge of the porch. Reaching the foot of the steps, he hesitated as he beheld the changes in his mother.Seeing her son's hesitation, Diane smiled as she struck a seductive pose."You like the new me?" She asked with a slight giggle in her voice."Wow! What did you do, find the fountain of youth?"Diane Singer smiled as she remembered how she looked when she had last seen her son,. “I think it may be just a bit large Sir,” Sky said with a smile.“Not to worry young man, we’ll take care of that in short order.”Pulling a roll of thin smooth, tanned leather as wide as a belt from his tool container, Mr. Richards placed the end inside the hat and held it as he smoothed the leather around to meet the other end. Holding his finger as a mark, he pulled the roll out and sliced the strip off cleanly.He then opened a wooden box with small metal stems, all lined up inside in double. We got out of the pool and went into the pool house, we didn’t turn any of the lights on but the moon was bright enough to allow us to see each other. He leaned in to kiss me brushing his moist lips against mine. I don’t know what took over me I launched myself at him my fingers intertwined in his hair, my tongue fighting with his. I could tell he was surprised, but he must have liked it because his hands were now on the small of my back - pulling me towards him, my hips grinding against him. I.