Throughout high school and college, Val changed boyfriends like she was changing clothes, all the while, confiding to John about her personal experiences with each different boyfriend. John used to kid her each time she started dating a new guy, Big Boobs by asking her if she had finally found the perfect penis yet. And Val's answer would always be the same: "Yeah. But unfortunately, it belongs to my own brother." And John had always loved to hear her say that. John used to also warn Val that if she kept screwing all those different guys, without ever using any birth control, she'd eventually end up getting pregnant, and not even know who the father was. And Val used to always blow him off, by saying something like, "Well, that's my business, and not yours , Little Brother." Val liked to occasionally emphasize the fact that she was born just a few minutes before John was, thereby outdoor technically making her the slightly-older twin. After college, Val had had an unbroken string of live-in boyfriends, none of them ever lasting more than a year or so. And she never did get pregnant, despite her total disregard for birth control methods. Val died at the age of 48 from ovarian cancer. And in her will, she had named John as the executor and sole heir to her entire estate, which turned out to be a very small one, once all of her debts were paid off. A few days after Val's death in 1999, while John had been over at her apartment, going through all her possessions and trying to determine what he should do with them, he had opened up one of her dresser drawers, and it had been filled with her bras and panties. Almost all of her pieces of underwear were white, and very plain looking, with no frills or lace anywhere to be found. Underneath the pile of Val's underwear, John had found a dual 5" x 7" photo frame that was hinged together on one side. He had opened up the double frame, and on the right side was a small photo of him and Val together at the beach in their outdated, odd-looking swimsuits. The faded black-and-white picture had been taken about six months after John's unexpected blowjob late-night sexual encounter with Val had taken place. While Sharon was taking the picture with Val's camera, John and Val had been standing side-by-side, very close together. And John had playfully reached down behind Val's back, and grabbed a handful his sister's butt. And that's when Sharon had snapped the picture, catching Val with a look of total surprise on her face. Inside the photo frame on the left side was a single dollar bill, with the words "YOU WON!" written in large letters across it. When John saw the dollar bill, he had just sat there for a Brunette while, as he had struggled to fight off the tears that were welling up in his eyes. Val took her secret, incestuous, adolescent sexual encounter to her grave with her. And John had also intended to do the same. But right now, it was a little bit after 4 o'clock on a sunny Saturday afternoon. And John was standing in front of the reality vanity, in the main bathroom at his and Jan's home, with his pants and underwear pulled down around his thighs, as he was stroking himself towards another one of his hard-fought-for orgasms. Ever since his adolescent clandestine "one-night stand" with his slightly-older twin sister, it had always been very difficult for John to build up his sexual excitement level to a point where it would actually trigger him to orgasm. He assumed that it was just the way that his body was "wired." The thought never occurred to John that his orgasmic difficulties might be mentally and emotionally-related, and actually be the direct result of his extremely embarrassing premature ejaculation onto Val's vulva, that night in his bedroom. And John would have never believed that his continued regular use of Val's panties as a masturbation aid--coupled with his persistent mental "re-living" of his secret sexual encounter with Val--had only served to exacerbate and extend his "orgasmic build-up" problem. But in John's case, this was exactly what was happening. “It is,” Emily said. WILLOWBUD I hold Mike’s hand and see Kelly holding Paul’s hand as we cross the street and walk into the backyard at Tina and Kyle’s house. Forgetting about the snacks, I closed and locked the front door. Kaylie tried to remember the actual moment that she did lose her virginity. SLAP ëEM HARDER," she ordered each time he reached out to fondle her breasts, pushing him to Big Boobs be more aggressive as she constantly yanked his stiff cock, then sucking and fucking him dry every hour or so until his dick was fucked raw by the time they went to bed. “You'll be begging blowjob him to play with your asshole once you meet him. 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