I will take care.Rahul show my that.(I showed her my penis.She took it in her hand and started applying oil.She slowly pulled the skin front and back ...and my foreskin became loose.Slowly I noticedKarthika:-dont wear your shorts. you might make it dirtyRahul:-ok.(for the whole day I had to remain without my shorts.Since I am a small boy I spilled food on my penis while having my lunch.)Karthika:-rahul you still dont know how to eat.Come let me clean you up.(She poured water on my dick and cleaned. She loves sex and money. But, of course, she loves those things separately. And I don’t think it’s a bad thing. I actually admire her. She’s courageous enough to fulfill her needs even though she does it secretly.An important phone call distracted my father from the dinner, so he retired to another room for a few minutes. I decided to take advantage of his absence.I got up and approached my stepmom.“I saw you, little slut,” I taunted her whispering in her ear. “You were fucked hard by the group. And even maybe showed each other?” I asked.I knew how that worked, though I never talked to a friend about it, I did have my older sister, Allie - and I fantasized about her enough to get some good feelings.“Did we ever - and once we realized we had the same feelings, we explored them to the fullest. We never dated in junior high, even though we had permission from our mom’s. We did double date in high school. We even double dated on prom night,” Sybil grinned and ducked her head when she said. Mostly hejust wore crude sandals or went barefoot. But he had already noticedthat here everyone wore shoes. They went into a store that was full ofnothing but shoes. A woman measured his feet, and then helped pick outshoes. One pair was made of canvas and leather, and were called'sneakers'. He remembered that Jim had worn similar shoes the daybefore. "Now I think you need something special, honey." The saleswomancommented. She led them to another aisle, and pulled a box off theshelf. Inside.