Which was perfect. Being a horny young man I was always ready to fuck. And as much as she like to talk several people in my high school knew not only ...bout my sex life but also how desired my cock was to my girlfriend. I used to wear very loosefitting pants that contoured easy. Not only was my bulge visible most of the day. But when I was hard, people new it. A girl in one of my senior classes even gave me a Magnum condom after she witnessed the shape of my tool when I was showing her the vent. Johnnie had been an adventuresome fellow and would try almost any adventure that most guys would not dare to try. It was during one of those adventures that Johnnie met his maker. He had taken up driving a race car in the SCCA circuit. Johnnie was quite good and had won several trophies and had taken home a sizeable sum of sponsorship money.Johnnie married his high-school sweetheart and they had two very cute little kids. I was single in that existence so we did not socialize very much beyond. That was the thing she most wanted. So instead I silently held my head low and tried to ignore her. "So how does it feel to be the pussy now!" she spat with laughter. "JENNY! DON'T YOU DARE USE THAT WORD IN THIS HOUSE, LET ALONE ON YOUR SISTER!" my mother interrupted. "What did you just call me?" Honey, I..." You just called me her sister! You want this to happen!? Is that it? BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY REASON I CAN THINK OF!"I just mentally lost it. I couldn't believe my mother could do that to. Sharama used me and may use me again. If I tell Rohith, I am sure he will divorce me like any other Indian husband. All unhappy thoughts were flashing inside my mind. After careful thought I decided not to tell him since life without Rohith is unthinkable. Only my body has been used and in my mind I am pure. If Mr.Sharma called me again I will tell Rohith. With this firm decision, I decided to forget about this incident.Two days later, on Friday morning my hubby Rohith arrived from Delhi – he.