'If you dressed as my sister and pretended to be my sister,I could show you all sorts of things about girls and itwouldn't be wrong, I would be showin... my sister and not mybrother.'I replied quickly, too shocked by what she had said to takeit all in.'I'm not dressing up as a girl for you or no-one, I'm aboy.''Oh well, too bad, it could have been fun. You could havelearnt a lot of things that someone like you...'She wiggled her little finger at me to emphasise what wasmeant by 'someone like. We made love every night and at the end of each night, she reaffirmed her belief that she was falling in love with me.I have never been one to believe that I am any better than others. I am and always have been just a country boy who likes to play football working his way through life. That week and a good few of those that followed however brought something out in me that I had never identified before. I felt as if I was supreme. I not only felt it but I started to believe it.Sally made that. Thank you?" Amanda replied blushing."Now why did I not think of that before?" Mom replied laughing. She set her plate on the floor. She then got the jar of strawberry jelly and put a spoonful of the jelly on her lap. Having done that, she turned to Dad and said, "Tim, will you clean this off for me?"Dad pretended to consider this for a minute and then replied, "Why don't you let Fred do that? I know you like it when he does that to you." Fred if you want to you can lick it off. Otherwise, I am. He still felt nervous, and as if he was being watched by unseen eyes (a camera, more than likely), but there was also something exciting, and thrilling, about being there like that; watched, or not. Now that he was there, he thought, why not stay a while? Maybe watch a video in one of those booths in back, and maybe even jack-off while he was at it! Where would the harm in that be? No one would know. Only him; and so he selected a random DVD, paid the fee to watch it, and was directed to the.