.yeah, that is going to be fun. You can't help but picture bingo with old ladies and a pool filled with toddlers that can't hold their bladder. On the...long ride to the resort your mom passed you the brochure for the resort. It doesn't have any pictures but it does promise a large pool, tennis courts, sauna, hot tubs, massages, and tons of other relaxing activities. But what surprise you most is some bold lettering on the bottom. "All guest must be at least 18 years of age." What an odd. The window was glowing brightly with a fire that had smoke billowing from the small chimney. I almost cried with the sense of relief I had in making it to someone who could help, instead I quickly hurried up to the cabin. Coming up on the place, I could see a blue pick up truck parked at the back with a quad motorcycle sitting next to it. As I came up to the old wooden porch, a red kayak lay up against the cabin and an expensive looking mountain bike leaned next to it under the covered. I had only just got dried and made myself decent before there was a knock on my door. I opened it to my sister, Tamsin.“Welcome Bro,” she greeted and flung her arms around me. We embraced and Tamsin sat herself down in the chair while I sat on the edge of the bed. After we had exchanged greetings, I remarked “Your big day tomorrow, Sis.”Tamsin smiled. “Right on Bro!”“It’s not too late to change your mind, Tamsin.”The smile left my sister’s face. I heeded the warning signal that I was treading. She thought of it in terms of organ grinder and monkey. From a controlling point of view, in her experience she found that a mans balls were clearly the organ grinders and his cock was the monkey. Lots of men would be quite content to leave a woman suck or wank their cocks all day and if experienced enough could hold onto the seed in their balls for an inordinate amount of time. However balls in the palm of an experienced woman put control back in the womans hands. Virile men with full balls.