She let out a whimpering groan, her arms windmilling to keep her balance. “I masturbate thinking about you all the time. I want you to be my first. ...I love you, Randy. I want you so badly.”My dick became a tent pole in my jeans. Heat flushed through my body. Pictures of my sister lying on her back, her round breasts jiggling naked, her hands plunged between her thighs, assaulted my mind. My heart pounded as I stared at her.“Oh, god, oh, god,” she said. “Can I put my foot down? This is hard. "I thought you said you were into girls... don't you mean vagina?" Oh yeah," he said quickly. "That's what I meant!" Let me suck it for you," I offered kindly, "and get it nice and hard. Then then we'll see how far back I can work your foreskin using my spit for lube. How does that sound?"He grinned at me broadly like it was Christmas morning. "Ah yeah, that'd be dead good, that would!"I smiled back up at him, thinking that if I played things deftly, I might be able to wangle a lot more than. I know that sounds all self centered and physco-babbly, but I need to figure out what it is I need and want in life.’ ‘You want to leave me then?’ ‘NO. I need to have some time to myself to see what it is I need and want Carl.’ ‘How about a marriage counselor? I’d do that for you honey.’ ‘No. I don’t want or need to tell my issues to someone else. Look Carl, I just need some time. Maybe…oh…say six months. After that I’ll know what it is I want to do for certain.’ ‘Six months? Where will you. “Can I tell you a secret?” I asked. “Sure,” Dannye replied. “You know anything you tell me I will keep a secret.” “Ok, this is weird,” I began. I stopped at that point. I wasn’t sure if I should really tell her my dream. “Spill it!” Dannye demanded. “No,” I countered, “I can’t.” Dannye was insistent. “Was I in the dream?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied. “In a good way or a bad way?” Dannye asked. “It was a good way,” I replied. I looked across the pool. I was nervous. “Okay . . .” Dannye.