There were individual old fashioned porcelain toilet stalls. The place used to have a very strong urine smell no matter when you went in there. The ma...n used to be standing facing into one of the stalls in the corner. When my pal and I or anyone went in he used to start humming a tune to himself. We used to go to the stall on each side of him and pretend to be having a pee. He would stop humming and say to us what the weather was like today. Remarking that we looked fit youngsters he would ask. After all it was my brother so I made up my mind and stepped under the shower. After a relaxing warm bath I put on a strapless gown and didn’t care to wear a panty. When I headed downstairs, Jason was busy with his laptop while Marvin glued to the TV and he pretended as if he didn’t notice me. I went and sat beside him in the sofa and I said “I will definitely tell mom about your behaviour”. Marvin replied that, “It was your fault, we shall talk about it later and don’t spoil my holiday mood”.. Each tick is now an excuse for a party. Not that this is exactly unusual, there being little else to do. The whole cavern is fully automated including the nuclear pile. Which is just as well since none of us know the first thing about fixing it. According to the politicians the cavern was going to be staffed by the great and the good, distinguished scientists, artists and engineers. The cream of humanity surviving the nuclear holocaust. In practice of course they had a different plan, instead. Weather black, white, yellow, any religion, etc, I have found over my time on this planet, and my travels around it, that there are good and bad among all people. So I don’t let the looks, or culture habits, determine how ‘good’ a person is, as each person has it’s own personality to be estimated, not based in race. So back to Mr. ‘sperm factory’ he has a cut cock of about 6 ½ inches and a bit on the thick side, but not so much that I can’t deep throat him. Not that that matters to him, or me.