"I'm not jealous," I protested.Kristen said, "You haven't met Will. Maybe I'll arrange a trip for the two of us to see him in Boston. We have a nice a...artment there. I promise you that you'll like him."I didn't know how to answer this, especially the "we have an apartment" part. I didn't say anything.Kristen tried to find the right words. "Will isn't you, Jim. He was, and still is, a very good friend to me. He is also my brother. I've talked to him quite a bit about you. I once thought of him. My hand was on his lap most of the hour-long drive to the beach. I gave him an occasional flash of sheer black panties, with my bush very visible underneath. When we got to the town where the beach is, an hour from home, we grabbed breakfast to give us energy. In the restaurant ladies room, I took off my sheer panties. At the beach, I showed my removed panties to him, and stuffed them in his jeans pocket. "I want you to have these, to think about me when we can't be together." "Does this mean. He found himself back at his old home watching himself Neil, Garry, Joe, Lisa, and Megan laughing and playing in the backyard. As he looked around, he clearly remembered the time, the summer before the start of eighth grade.His Mom came out of the kitchen carrying a picture of cool refreshing lemonade and several glasses for them as they stopped for the welcome refreshment. The playing died down but the laughter kept coming, which brought a smile to Alex's face."Do you remember these times. I said take it out. He pulled his zipper down and fished his big black cock out for me to see. Oh my god, what a great cock. He moved close enough to me that all I had to do was lean forward to take his black meat into my cocksucking mouth. Without taking him out of my mouth, I slid to my knees. Looking up at him, I slid that cock as far into my mouth as possible. Or so I thought. When I dropped my eyes to the cock in my faggot mouth, I realized I only had half his dick in. That got me.