"And none of them actually got you to go all the way?" I had ... um ... other means of fulfilling that particular desire," I said carefully."Did it ha...e a vibrator built in?" asked my mom, straight faced."No," I said in a very small voice as I blushed bright red."Get one that vibrates," she said sagely. "The rabbit is the best design I've ever found, and they're not so expensive any more." What does this have to do with anything?" I asked weakly."As I said, the women in our family are sluts. We. The fact that we couldn't finish our coffee, no matter how hard we tried, was a symbol for the longing we now have to be together, and the fact that we still haven't made the move. I've decided that the fact that I woke up when we first touched is also symbolic, in a good way. I think our first touch will be so exciting, so thrilling, that it will jolt me awake from the blue funk I've been in for quite a while. That started, I guess, on that terrible day when those things happened that caused. It's like God hated me or something. Anyway, fast forward. I held out doing anything for a couple years. I even stopped camping with Bruce due to homophobia. I was still having the same thoughts, just not acting on them. I finally gave in to an invitation to Bruce’s cabin. I had kinda decided to see if he would be amiable to me sucking him off. I wasn't sure how to bring it up but he was an alcoholic and I was no stranger to the bottle so I assumed there would be some alcohol involved. As I. You know the place?”She nodded profusely.“Alright good, be there about 7:00 okay?” I clarified.She nodded again, got up, walked over to me and kissed me, holding one hand to my face, and the hand she used to masturbate to my crotch, it still warm and wet.She whispered, “Seven o’ clock.”I was there. I wore a black suit and tie, with a white shirt, black shoes, and even a rose.I was at my table about 6:55 and she came a little bit late, but that’s fine.She came in stunningly. She was wearing a.