But that year, under my insistence, my mother finally yielded to my wish to spend a holiday in Sicily. I had always been passionate about the South. I... my dream, Sicily was always covered in gold. Everything was gold: the golden Baroque cities glistening under the glowing sun of August, and far away, the gently rising mountains of Theocritus directing our gaze to Homer's wine-dark sea. Now when I look back at myself at the age of fifteen, I recall only two pieces of literature that lent my. Rupert greets me, “Platzieren Sie Ihre Jacke an der richtigen Stelle”, picks it off the couch and in the process of hanging it, kisses me. I hold him there as he pulls away. I release him as he’s desperate to do some nonsense in the kitchen. He disappears and returns with pretzels and dip. Asking me about my day. He sits on the couch my eye contact lingers. “Kinder im Bett?”… he nods.I unzip my trousers and reveal the GIS with the cock missing. The O ring. That hurts…..but it feels soooo good.Jerry stayed on his knees and allowed his mother to supply the action, she was gliding back and forth on her sons cock, when she came the first time. With her pussy now well lubricated every second or third stroke she was jamming her ass into her son driving his cock into her cunt. SAmmi was on her knees with her hand between her brothers legs massaging his balls. I came around the back side and drove my raging hard-on into the 16 year olds pussy. She. With the consumption of alcohol, the conversation turned risqué, finding myself in a "truth or dare" game at the moment.The question to me came from Nora "Grant, how and when did you lose your virginiity and who was it with?" Oh shit" I muttered under my breath.I hesitated before I responded with "If I tell you ... you will all have to promise that it never leaves this room ... and you don't think bad of me when you learn the details".All of them promised to keep my secret."How bad can it be?".