When John began to suck with some vigor Molly went right into the throws of an orgasm. This seemed to bring John back to his senses and with that came...a certain feeling of guilt, so he tried to pull away from Molly. But Molly wouldn't release him and just seemed to purr as she held John's face to her soft melons John awoke about an hour later and disengaged himself from Molly. She seemed to sleep on as John started the boat and drove slowly home, obeying the after sundown speed limit. Molly got. I felt terrible, but he was embarrassing. Other thoughts kept crowding in. I wondered if any of dad’s old friends, his pals from Boy Scouts; did any of them know or suspect anything about my mom and dad, about Rath.As I watched I realized all the smart assed shit Rath mouthed right after mom and dad died turned out to be bullshit. He loved our dad, he loved mom. He’d been a bastard, a real turd, but could I tell him about our father and mother? I just didn’t know. Damn it; the big brother. I haven't seen many but yours is my idea of perfect, the perfect size and shape, and whoever did it deserves credit for a perfect circumcision. When I thought about it later, I had to admit to myself that I really enjoyed looking at it and touching it. I'm ashamed of it. I know it wasn't right. I keep thinking about what you said about it being natural and where the harm in it was."What a lovely thing to say. You are so good to tell me that because I have worried that maybe I wasn't sensitive. If she calls then I'll tell her, and then I can find out if she likes girls or not. If you try to explain she'll assume it was all part of some plan, but she'll listen to me." Because you're girlfriends?" I asked."Heck yeah, I helped her hook up with my brother and he fucked her cross-eyed, we're tight! So show us the bedroom, before and after shots!"I showed them both beds, first the master bed, the one we were actually sleeping, and would be, waking up in. It looked like something out of.