"You still stink." Adele lay on her back staring up at the ceiling,smoking a post-coital cigarette."You still made me," Celia replied impassively.The... both smiled and drew on their cigarettes."I need a shower and then to put a few more hours into your closingstatement." Adele turned to look at Celia."Me too." Celia turned to look at Adele.Their hands searched for each other across the expanse of the big bed."I do love you know. I know I get jealous and moody at times and I'msorry," Celia. Were we really loud?" I don't know -- maybe. But.... it was worth it."She kissed me with her tongue deep in my mouth and moved my hand back between her thighs. I looked down and saw new lust in her eyes."You ready again?" I don't know -- maybe. I feel like such a slut -- but I'm kind of liking it." Then she laughed."You were. I mean better than a slut -- better than anyone I ever had. But did you ever.... You know -- before?" Not really -- not like this -- I never even really gave head before. .. I don’t know if we...”Ben pushed the boxers down and off and there he was, stiff cock twitching in the warm air.“Take yours off, too.”“No. I want to watch.”She wanted to watch? Well that was better than a no, he thought. Taking himself in hand Ben began a slow stroke as his sister moved closer.Moving along his hand became a blur as it rose and fell, pressing firmly below the head on each stroke down, faster and faster.A quick glance at his sister found her clutching her right breast with. Gianno explained that many menliked children to be sexual, and many men like sissy boys. From now on, wewere sissy boys.All that day, I practiced on how to dance around a pole. This was hard. Ihad to look at the audience that were empty chairs and lick my lips. ThenI had to let my but swing in all directions. It was hard being sexual asthe mafia men called it. After all, I never had a girlfriend yet. I didn'tknow what it meant to flirt with others, especially men. I was not asissy. I was not.