Jump forward to the present and we have maybe not quite as passionate a relationship, but we're still going strong. And we have a houseful of children...now mostly grown. Penny the oldest is a spitfire like her mother, but even more of a knockout. 5'9" blonde wavy hair, blue eyes and amazing curves with a chest that sometimes makes me do a double take when she's walking around the house with just an old tank top and no bra. She must be at least a 35C maybe bigger. Penny isn't technically supposed. Over the last week I’d masturbated a lot, fantasising exclusively about my hot young sister. Reliving our bathroom encounters, as my hands did their best to recreate the feel of her soft, nimble, young hands caressing my cock. I hoped desperately that tomorrow morning we’d finally have the house to ourselves.We sat down for our traditional Friday night dinner of fish and chips. “So Mum, are you and Geoff going shopping tomorrow?” I asked casually as I sprinkled salt on my chips.“I expect so…why. Celibacy as an androgynous callI suspect that people called to a celibate vocation effectively embrace an androgynous identity. This is not something they have consciously chosen; more likely it is something that happens in the internal spiritual realm evoking a particular calling or vocation. Were such people always disposed to this calling - already marked out at birth as several ancient cultures claim? I feel unable to offer a meaningful response to this question. Whatever the preconditions. Your legs are a warm invite to kiss… I drop my briefcase and walk to the side of the bed you are on. There is plenty of light in the room, the curtains are open and you can see into the back… I turn on some music and your eyes are burning deeply into me. I am so conscious of you watching me, I had to turn my back… I take off my jacket, tie, and shoes. I throw my tie on the bed and walk over to you again… I take one foot into my hands and lift it up and slowly kiss it all over… Nibbling on the.