At least that's what I thought.I pay close attention to the laundry cycles, knowing exactly when thewashing machine stopped so I could move the wet cl...othes into the dryer. Ididn't want Mother to move them as she'd see the colorful undies I like towear under my boy clothes. And this day was no different. I stood by themachine, waiting for the cycle to end. I knew that Mother was waiting todo some laundry as well. Everything was going well. I just hate whenMother is waiting for the washing. He did it once more, this time noticing true shock and terror in her face for a strong dominant sibling who would inflict true pain to her. He dropped the intensity of his applicqtions to not much more than playful slaps and would alternate them with tight squeezes of grips on supple rump. He started to hear those familiar playful squeaks and it was not long before she felt her moist sex and her humping his knees and upper thighs. He was at full staff now and she was either humping directly. They were watching another sex video with some young people were masturbating to something they were watching. The couples were feeling each other up and then moved off to couple with their same sex buddies. Two gurls were kissing which lead to the femen kissing other femen. It got hot, cocks were making panties tented and the femen were pulling out their dongs to show the gurls. Some gurls were down sucking the dongs and some gurls were sucking the other gurls cocks. They were all moaning and. ."I saw her face brighten in surprise, the fear of what I might have thought, or been thinking, well off the mark as she stood there looking down at me."And besides, it's like being a junkie, if I can't do it to myself ... who the hell else is going to? Unless it's someone I trust and care about ... and love," I then added letting her know in that instant, that what she had done for me, I had found to be the most loving and caring of acts I had ever known."So you're not..." I'm not, anything.