I kinda chuckle and respond, “Well ya dawg—that's why they call it shit !” “Ya dawg—but you extra loud”. I just chuckle again. Again, sil...nce for a couple more minutes. I couldn't decide if the dude have left or not, until there appeared under the door a pair of flip flop clad feet. Nice looking feet too, lol, for a dude. I reach up with my right foot and tap the door open—they didn't have locks on them. It was Riley. I shoot him a grin. Slumping down on the toilet, with my back resting. I was even more sure of this as tree loosened it grip to allow me to move and flex my stiff joints. With the loosening of its grip not enough for me to escape or I realized to fall, I was able to see that some tendrils were turning a bruised color. They were the ones closest to the tendril in my lower bowels and penis. The drug although relaxing me seemed to bring me in touch with my body and by closing my eyes I could see where the tendrils were working inside my body. They seemed to be. It was almost as if she had intended it. I was extremely aroused, so I lay on my bed, pulled out my cock and jacked off into a towel, as I dreamed of her soft thighs and that lovely, puffy slit. I came with a grunt, as usual, but when I was finished, I was still not sated. I lay there and thought about my kid sister, about her nakedness. I convinced myself that she had let me see her like that on purpose, and I was resolved to find out if I were correct.I felt a bit light headed as I got up and. ~~~I’ve had a number of fetishes that have evolved. One fetish in particular evolved during my encounters with Mark. More on that as I continue to share the experiences that I had with Mark, with you. I was on-line only a few days after meeting up with Mark and got a message from him. I asked him how he liked my blowjob on a one-to-ten scale. Mark just typed back, “Top notch.” I asked when he would want another one. Mark was eager to meet up again. I asked Mark, “Do you like being.