I shook my hips a little and I could feel my new member flop heavily between my legs. I was a man. I got up and turned on the light to look in the mir...or. The reflection in the mirror was Joao, my sexy hung, Brazilian boyfriend! I wanted to scream. More than anything however, I had to take the piss of my life. The bathroom was down the hall so I grabbed a towel. I tried to tiptoe so as not to wake my sister as I passed her room. The door was open. She had fallen asleep with the tv on and I. I never told her what I had seen, but I knew in my heart that I was going to do the same to Amy. I just had to.It was about two weeks after that fateful day, when, on the Saturday, I heard Mum moan to herself in bed. Dad was not there. I knew he had already left to play golf. I listened at the door and eventually I heard her orgasm, then I heard the shower start up.That morning I actually went back to my room, dropped my trousers and masturbated. In my mind were images of my mother and Jo,. Although I didn’t understand it at the time, the coming months were to demonstrate only too clearly that there were a lot of things I didn’t think about when ‘in heat’. This was a weakness I could and should have recognised in myself. If I had understood myself better then, I could perhaps have saved us all so much worry in the future but at the time I didn’t realise its significance.Ridiculously, I didn’t feel able to ask Tony as I lay in his arms in my post-coital glow. Instead I resolved to. But her complexion was such that the tan always faded back to creamy white. The flesh I was staring at was that creamy white… but it was contrasted with much darker flesh, almost bubbling out from the cleft between her thighs. Her pussy lips have always been more pronounced than most women I have ever been with personally and are completely different from those of Tina, my wife. Kay’s lips are proud, moist and thick and stretchy! They seemed to be a fleshy version of a wave crashing into a.