We'd masturbate with our hands or massagers and play with our clits. We'd even fuck ourselves with small soft objects, but nothing too major. Besides,... we both loved the thought of saving our hymens for a real live hot and throbbing cock. From the looks of your reach, she wasn't disappointed."I was blown away. "Wow," I said, "my parents never even said a single word about sex to me when I was your age." Yeah, well our mothers grew up together with their aunt after my grandmother died. Great. That is how I see it.“Since you love me more than your lives, there is no danger of my secret coming out. Now, I leave it entirely to my Guru and follow his lead blindly” I reasoned out my thoughts. My mom and sister were very attentive. After lunch, we had one more hectic session, this time they wanted to see me.…………………What followed in next few weeks has turned the nation upside down. There was sudden wave of joy, optimism flooding like Tsunami.It all started on the next day when I went to. The catch was that I had to pretend to only tolerate it, on the "outs" (this was how we referred to life back home) we all claimed that we would never think abut sex with another dude. We had been in bed for about an hour when Tony passed the word, "Collection for two". This meant that all were expected to contribute an article of clothing, such as a pajama top or a bathrobe and send it over to Tony's bunk. All the guys realized that two of us were sneaking away for a while and had to make. "Oh, there is nothing more gratifying than the fact that I can get my thirty-five-year-old husband hard and get him off without missing a beat. It always feels so hot for like two seconds, and just turns ice cold immediately after that," I told him, standing up. "And there is nothing more you could ask for, babe."I brought both of my hands to my melons and rubbed in his seed. "Who says having two kids slows a happily married couple down?" No one, come here."I came to the side of him and sat.