Funny thing to watch, seeing pussies open and close, and feeling my own genitals swaying violently with every move I made. Since it was just outside i... the grass, I saw one took the lead in pissing as she was stretching and the others followed suit so I could not be left out and let go as well, which was fairly easy. While their golden delicious liquid went more or less down, mine, with a half hard cock, was swaying around, hitting the others in their legs and belly and made them smile. “Wait. His oldest sister had married a few years ago and she was pregnant. His oldest brother left the family home too.They told Chris that he wasn't good enough to ever get his own girlfriend. That tease went throughout the family and even his aunts and uncles got in on it, saying that he must be gay. A boy of Chris's age must surely be gay if he still not had a girlfriend, they teased him.That bugged the hell out of poor old Chris. Every holiday, birthday or family get together the same old 'joke'. ‘Just thinking about the trip coming up.’ ‘Hmm, I thought it was Naples.’ He smiles. ‘Naples?’ I shift, turning on my side and tuck my head under his chin. ‘You know, Naples, navel. Almost homonyms.’ ‘Hominy? Isn’t that that white corn like nasty stuff that your mother makes?’ I snicker and tap a finger against his lips. ‘Never mind.’ He wraps his arms around me and I can hear the beat of his heart in my ear. ‘I think we’re both wrong anyway. It’s a Native American myth I think. I can’t. ” Cursing his choice, Brett did as he was told. He shuddered as Kate passed her small hand over his buttocks, running one finger along his crack before snapping the string that was wedged there. “I'm pleased with your choice. Brave and sexy.” She slapped his ass. “Straighten up and pull yourself together.” Brett ran a shaking hand through his hair as he did so. He sat, a hot blush still burning in his cheeks. Kate smiled sweetly. “Will there be anything else, Mr. Andersen?” “No. I don't want to.