Making our favorite meal from our youth must mean something.“Get a room,” my father’s voice said coming from behind me.“Hey Jeffrey,” I said...to give him grief.“Has something happened to calling me, Dad?” he said, walking past us.“Nothing specific, you know us kids need to be as outlandish as possible, Mr. King?”“RK has a girlfriend,” my sister said, using her pet name for me.“Anybody we know?” my mother asked, still joined front to front with me.I very inconveniently jerked again, that she must. After deciding that she was pleased with the fact that I couldn’t use my hands for anything she turned to the faucet handles and set the water loose on my naked body. I shuddered and drew in deep, sharp breaths when I felt the torrent of water crash over me. The water was very cold at first but steadily became warm as it ran over my shoulders and down the rest of my body. The initial coldness of the water forced my cock to shrink back in size. Dr. Miller suppressed what I thought was a chuckle. .I mean I'll tell you mine too. We've just never really, um, like shared those kind of totally secret things." Well, sure, okay," she raised her eyebrows in a smile. "Who goes first?" Why don't you?"Laughing loudly, "Of course--I go first!"Okay, sure, why not. Weeeelll....you're not gonna think like I'm a freak, right? I mean these are fantasies, right?" Yeah, of course, that's the whole thing."Best Friend's voice got calmer, she spoke evenly, "Sometimes I picture myself in a room sitting close. What the hell is this? Holy shit, that’s her butt hole! That’s the last thing I would have expected! I would expect closeups of her ass and her pussy, but not her ass hole. God, I feel so dirty, I need a shower. But it’ll have to wait until morning.Mrs. Richardson accepts my friend request. Oh my God! Her message pops up on my screen.“Morgan, when did you get on Peepbook?”, she writes.I write back, “ I just started on Peepbook. My sister is on here and convinced me to get a page.”She types, “I.