I hateher. No I don t.Chad walks on in with his usual hard on and plops down on theledge of the tub. He always ask me about what to wear or whatmake u... he should try. She/He is practicing girl talk. Tonightit is a new dress he bought and how should he do his/her hair.I really am not listening as I am kind of just watching himslowly stroke his dick. Chad is going to get the surgery soon(Ballsy decision, no pun intended) so there will be one lesscock in the world. For some reason I do not. Sometimes they just stopped by for a cold beer. We had a rope that we hung between two trees across the road when we wanted to be left alone and everyone respected that simple sign.Unfortunately, some years later when I was a young adult my father lost his life in an accident. My mother never went back to the camp; it just opened painful memories and she could not imagine being there without him. She was happy to let me use it any time I liked, however. My buddies and I would run to the camp. “Can I touch it?” she asked completely ignoring what I had said“Did you just hear what I said? I’m you brother!!” I said sternly, more annoyed now because my cock was still hard, this was actually turning me on. You see for a 16 year old she had a really hot body and her tits where very well developed about 34C, just a bit more than a handful each, just the way I like them.Still ignoring me she lunged for my cock and started rubbing it to see what it felt like. It felt so good to have her young. She said . On the same day she went a tailer and got the blouse stiched a nd she wore it on the same. In the evening she invited me . I went in the evening , when i saw her in that saree i could not turn my eyes from her. She was so beautiful and sexy that day. I said Revathi, really you are so beautiful today , never i saw you so beautiful before.She felt very happy and said to me i am very happy to happy to have a nice friend like you and again gave a me a shakehand. Next day, morning I.