Entering puberty, my friends and I were talking about different kind of shit but our focus always shift toward girls and sex and other grown up stuff....Topic of our conversation were usually womens, older ones, with big boobs and curves, we never talk about girls our age. Until one day friend of mine said that he like my sister Lauren and she is so pretty and she have nice smile. I was like wtf dude that is my sister and I was little angry at him. But when I came home I saw my sister in kitchen. Patricia knew there was only one Hooters joint nearby, and she happened to know the manager, Susan...*Patricia had barely had time to kick off her heels, having just gotten back home, when she heard a knock against the door. Two short ones, followed by three long ones. Marcus? But it was Friday, he usually only came by at the beginning of the week. She'd even jokingly called him her "Tuesday Special" once, much to the guy's chagrin. Patricia grinned. It seemed like she wouldn't have to go to. All of a sudden, it hit him. "The lower part of a trebuchet, right?" Right, the rest of it is sitting around here in various places," Woodward smiled."Sir," Emily frowned. "What's a trebuchet? And how do you spell it?"He spelled it out for her. "It's a medieval siege artillery piece. Even before medieval, it goes back to Roman times, maybe. This one follows the function but isn't intended to be an exact replica. It's really intended to see how far you can throw a pumpkin. We had it out back. Met a nasty couple in Bermuda. They actually were forward enough to tell us they did not approve of race mixing. Some small dicked chubby Irishman or something close enough. I had the opportunity to be publicly lewd and I did it. Turns out she was awake late sitting on her balcony alone quite often. I started playing with Ken maybe 30 feet away from where she sat. I had Ken on a recliner by the closed pool facing her when I extracted his cock from his slacks. Ken thought it a bit over.