”“Did you get the rain numbers?” Jos asked.“Yep,” he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. “Mos’ rain in January, February, March an�...�� December, in that order. Then November. April an’ October ‘bout 2 cennimetres each. May to September, not worth talkin’ ‘bout.”“So we’ve over two months til we really need those roofs.”“Seems like it.”“How cold does it get?”“Went under 20 twice in June.” [68 F]“How hot?”“I dunno. Not all that hot.”“It gets real muggy, though,” Jos added.“Good,” Sam said,. Did I want to give this up? No. I did not. But... “There is no way I’m giving this up,” snarled Justin. “Carson, Miller, and George, you’re going to make sure that I am protected from the government. You’re going to show me how I can get my slaves into the facility to take control of the entire operation.”A wild grin spread across my boyfriend’s lips. A chill raced through me. “We’re going to use this power and make something amazing.”I swallowed. What should I do? How could I convince Justin. Now I have a fetish for underwear and especially boxer-briefs, yellow is the only color I didn’t have and wanted. I unzipped his jeans and pulled them off his feet as he did mine, revealing my light blue boxer briefs. He liked the size of what hung in the package of my underwear. I was 7 ½ inches, from me he looked about 6, still pretty average, plus, easier to get in my mouth more comfortably. I pulled of his boxer briefs and revealed his amazing cut dick. It was so beautiful with a good. There were certain things she said and how she said them that told me my sister was truly there. The way she called me a pervert and the way she mirrored me with one of her responses. They were things I had only ever seen with me, even in the good days with him, these were mine. This was rounded off with ‘stinky’, Laura was the only person who had ever called me that and she had for as long as I remember.She took my hand, as any good big sister should, and guided me to the shower. No, we didn’t.