I mean I went NUTS. We fought, yelled, and otherwise made each other miserable for a week or so. I was furious that he wanted me to change so his home...life would go more smoothly. He was furious because I’d mentioned losing his friendship, and came back at me with all barrels firing. We fought for a week or so, fangs bared, tempers flying. At one point, he asked me to come over so we could talk. I accepted. And everything changed. I got to the house, and to make things easier, he was cooking. Freed from the confines of his pants, his cock was a pulsating testament to the glory of her womanly power over him. Jessamine reached for it, circling him as her hands descended, and grazing her nails along the silky skin as her hands ascended. “Ahh, darlin,” Devon hissed as he arched himself into her hands, “You’re just asking for trouble.” Guiding him by his cock, Jessamine sat him down on the bench. She slowly eased herself to straddle his lap, pressing his rigid shaft against her slick. It felt good as I ran my soapy hands all over my balls and cock and then reaching round and sticking two soapy fingers up my arsehole, my parents had told me that is the best method so again it stuck with me.“OMG bro, I can’t believe you still wash yourself like that” came the voice of my sister standing at the door, “WTF sis” I cried out wiping the soap from my eyes, she apologised saying she spilt something on her dress and had to change and soon disappeared but in all honesty the moment had. Why?’ ‘Just wondered.’ I walked into the kitchen properly. ‘Umm… listen, do you need to do that now?’ ‘Umm… well, it’s gotta get done.’ ‘Yeah. It makes the shower go funny when you mess with the water.’ ‘Oh, well, I can leave it for a while I guess.’ ‘Turn around, Mike.’ ‘Huh? Oh!’ ‘Yeah. Listen, are you paying attention?’ ‘You bet. What’s up?’ ‘I’m in a strange mood.’ ‘Uh huh. I can tell that, Heather.’ ‘I’m… making a one time, never to be repeated offer. It doesn’t mean anything. I didn’t.