Why didn't Kevin understand that? But even more upsetting, why was I fighting so hard TO believe it? I must've sulked for ten minutes before I heard a...soft rap at the door."Go away!" Sean--" he said as though my name were reluctantly forced "--I want to talk to you." Go the hell away!" I'm quitting the troupe," he said, pausing if I didn't believe it. "Hear me? I'm quitting?"I feigned callousness but his assertion perked my attention and dismay. Boys in the troupe put in extra effort and. As he slid his boxers down his legs she grabbed his six and a half inch member and started to jerk him slowly he moaned savoring the moment. Then suddenly she threw him on to the bed stardiling his face and grindingnher dripping pussy onto his lips. "Eat my pussy!" She demanded before leaning down and taking his rock hard dick into her mouth. He moaned as her lucious lips slid over the head of his cock and along the shaft only making it two thirds of thr way before he hit the back of her. Suddenly, she leaned forward and sucked half my dickinto her mouth. I jerked away. “Donna! You’re mysister!”“Don’t be an idiot,” Donna said. “Incest isn’t badsex. Bedsides, we’re not getting married. Don’t youlike getting your cock sucked?”“Sure, but… but…” But what, I thought? I couldn’tthink of any reason not to let Donna suck my cock. Itfelt good and that was reason enough to let her goahead. She. To us, it was where our hands belonged. On the other hand, Randy and Kay married right out of high school, had three kids, and lived happily ever after.That first experience isn’t necessarily an omen of the future.I was a good student in math and science. Rhonda was an artist. She was, in fact, a very good artist and it was her skill at design and art that kept her active in everything from decorating for the prom to editing the school newspaper. I loved to look at what she painted, even though.