.”“You know that Marcie and I were sleeping together, don’t you?”“Yes...”I knew that my sister had known that it was “good”, but I was...’t sure what she knew beyond that. I didn’t want to say anything that wouldn’t match my sister’s image of me, but I needed to know how much she knew.As my three fingers slowly pumped in and out of her, as my thumb brushed over her clit again and again, I stared at her blank face.She was trying to sit still, but every now and again her entire body would twitch,. What if. I follow the trail I made and return to the lodge. When I am halfway back I notice a tire tracks from the other side of the road. Immediately I think of you and I look at my watch and realize that it is too early. You told me that you would arrive late in the evening because of your work. I proceed on my walk back. After a couple of hours I arrive at the lodge. I go inside and this weird feeling overcomes me. I notice a fire burning in the fireplace. And notice candles lit on the. “Now that you are seeing my cock again, do you like it?” Bruce asked.I finally stammered out, “I have never seen anything quite that big before.”“So that means this is not the first cock you have seen,” Bruce said.I admitted I had seen a couple of cocks of guys from school before.“Are you a virgin and have you sucked a cock before?” Bruce asked.“Uh, yes I’m a virgin, and I have only sucked one cock before,” I replied.“Time to rectify that, now come over here and suck my cock before I fuck you,”. She missed them greatly. They played duplicate bridge in the same club, took cruises together, Mort and Edgar golfed, and Alice and Lauren partnered in tennis and they all played mixed doubles. They dined out together, went to concerts and the theatre and casinos with the Feldmans. Edgar Feldman’s company, gone now, had manufactured purses. Before his death, Lauren’s late husband, Mort had operated a small chain of men’s clothing stores and sold out to retire comfortably. Edgar Feldman had.