“Do you want to try?” she said. I looked around the room to see if someone else was here, surely she didn't mean me. Only Robert was there and he ...had just tried it. “What, me?” I said, stunned. “Yes you, silly” she said and I felt a bit panicked. I wanted to try it so desperately, but with my own sister?“b*o, it feels awesome” said Robert and I knew I wouldn't get another opportunity like this at such a young age so my desire to find out had me saying “erm, ok”. Although I had agreed I was too. "Maybe you could have headed off your... situation. I dunno, maybe not. Istill don't think you should have married her, little brother. Forstarters, you're just not her type." Not her type?" Eric asked, puzzled.Emily sighed again. "That's what I said, not her type, Eric," shereplied, seemingly frustrated. "Don't you get it? She used to date realbeefcakes, big guys, lots of muscles, very masculine. I think she dated alot of athletes, like guys on the football team, guys like that."It made sense,. There was a magazine open in front of her, which Leanne had apparently distracted her from. After a moment or two, the young woman decided to continue."I saw an advert asking for people to come and sit with the old people." Residents," corrected the grim faced receptionist with a look of disgust."Right, sorry. Residents." Leanne could see her usual charm wasn't having much luck here, but she decided to persevere. "You know, chat to them. Keep them company. That kind of thing. And, well, I guess. Even though she hadjust turned 18, she had been with a couple of guys from highschool, who sproutedclose to 6 inchers, and that had been enough to satisfy her, but her thoughtswent back to what the other waitress had said about it being big, and very blackand very hard, and Nancy remembered that the white boys she had been with hadnot lasted very long in the hard department.As she walked up to the table, she noticed the guy grabbing his crotch likemaybe he was readjusting what ever was in those.