I think your husband-to-be is a little more different than even you know.”“What...” Jasmine replied with a frown.“I can’t talk about it yet,...but Jeff mentioned something to me a few minutes ago, and if it turns out to be true, there will be some changes. Changes that you never even dreamed of.”“But...”“We’ll talk later, but I think you’re going to be very, very pleased if things turn out the way I suspect they will.”As Diana turned away, Jasmine marveled at how young the Clan Queen looked. I’m. I wouldn’t put it past them.” “When the fuck did they become fucking chemists!” she screamed, trashing around again, she moaned loudly and tried to break her hands out of my grip. “Let me go! It’s so bad UUUHHN let me go!” I held her hands tightly; no doubt letting her fuck herself would only make things worse. I looked at the clock and decided there was enough time today to take care of this problem. I let go of her hands, “Don’t touch yourself, you’ll only make it worse!” . He kind of looked down, avoiding my eyes. “That, you know… that you like boys.” I’m sure that Joselito had grown up knowing I was gay, but I guess it was so accepted he had never thought about it, or what it meant. I lifted his chin so he was looking at me. “You know me and you know I’m gay. I don’t like boys, but I do like men…young men. Why, who have you been talking to?” He said, “Nobody. Well… Jacobo.” Jacobo was a local boy about four years older than Joselito. One Saturday evening,. Not sure when or why but I came home via our back entrance and remember walking up the garden to see my sister laying on the the dining room table face down. This was not a natural pose so I stopped and waited to see what she was doing. I was intrigued, I new instantly it was something sexual but she hardly moved.To say she was laying on the table would be wrong, she was balanced on the edge of the table fully clothed with her legs extended and feet six inches off the ground. I could not see.