At five nine, one hundred eighty-five pounds, he was on the heavy side of ordinary, his mid-life bulge beginning to protrude past his belt. He had his...urges, to be sure, but was too shy, too much of a dork to meet women socially. Once a week, on Friday, he visited a porn site, masturbated quickly, cleanly, Kleenex in hand to catch his pitiful flow, slid quickly in to his bed,and fell immediately asleep. The real reason he had come up to his office tonight, as he had been doing every night now. Being older then me, she was filling out in all the right places. Even after all this time I still thought back to when a girl first saw my cock. And soon I had another hard on. This time I felt bold. In another part of the basement I removed all my clothing and with my cock sticking straight out I walked into where my sister was listening to her records. She looked at me and told me to go put my clothes on. That was it! No comment. Nothing. So like the little brother I was I went in the other. Gwen was lying on her tummy on top of the bed, one hand propping up her chin and the other turnng, from time to time, the pages of a book. Her legs were bent at the knees so that her feet were sticking up into the air, her ankles crossed and her feet flexing themselves lazily from time to time. Harriet was kneeling beside the bed, one hand on the small of Gwen's back and the other resting lovingly on the top of her thighs. She was kissing and licking by turns every inch of Gwendoline's pretty. “So Sam, what do I owe you for fixing my junk pile?” Sandy asked me. “Nothing young lady, you are my daughter’s friend. I was just glad I could help,” I told her. She turned towards me, and took a step that put her right in front of me. “Oh I need to pay you something,” she said as she reached out and pulled my towel off. I grabbed for it, but missed as she jerked it from my reach. “Sandy, what are you doing?” I shouted. “I intend to pay my bill in a way that should settle my account in full,”.