Yeah, Sandra loves old cock.”“I’m not old.”She scoffed. “Limp dicked mother fucker.”I got pissed. “Oh, I wasn’t limped dicked last nig...t when your girl was sucking my cock. I was so hard she could hardly take it.”“Asshole!” she stomped off and I went back to my breakfast.I while later they both came out of the cabin and Sandra kept her eyes low as they passed the kitchen. Jenny gave me an evil grin with smouldering eyes and hiked up her backpack higher on her shoulder.I didn’t give a fuck. I. That they'd cut us off if Eddy came out as gay and called off theengagement. But that isn't what would be happening. I'd be coming outas gay and calling off the engagement. They won't care about that. Idon't think they ever liked me much anyway." You'll need to talk to Eddy first." I already have. He's fine with it."She looked at me hopefully, but sensibly gave me time to think. Ididn't need long. I just wondered what my family would say. Then Irealised that what they thought didn't. I retained the after image of that for a long time. Several times, playing with myself on the toilet, stroking off, that image came to mind and pushed me right over the edge. I'd think to myself, "Jean, I'm coming for you."So we'd progressed to that point in our honesty where we admitted our masturbation and our kinks, but we appeared to remain hesitant and a little fearful of actually "doin' the deed." Oh, I knew I really wanted to be sexual with Jean... to touch her, to play with her, but I. I will come soon and she left the bathroom. I was taking my shower, but was intrigued by the fact that my hardness will not go down. I started stroking it the way Neelam did; each time she cleaned the underside of the foreskin. The feeling, while stroking was so pleasurable that I was completely lost into it, when Neelam re-entered the bathroom. Her first question was “did your sister’s view do this to you”? I was going pink and purple and white sequentially with shame rage and fear. Neelam.