Arriving home, I prepare for an evening of reading, fantasizing and masturbating. First, I go to my bedroom, strip down to my boxers and take the bott...le of lotion from the table. I walk to the den, fill a glass with ice and open a bottle of Jack. After pouring myself some Jack, I sit in my chair and take a swig.I reach in and pull Excalibur from the confinement of my boxers. Reaching for the lotion, I begin spreading it over my cock. With one hand, I rub my circumcised head in a circular motion. That day, as she bathed, her body under water, her hand brushed against what she knew to be a breast. she enjoyed squeezing and pulling her own, but had never tou hed that of another. why should she? they were all like her. now, as her hand caressed the erect nipple, ahe instinctively squeezed it. a moment later, she was staring at a shocked nalini, who had materialised out of the water. not knowing what to do, she withdrew her hand, but nalini kept staring. nothing more was said of the. Other people in the apartment building did not like her very much because she never really spoke a lot to the others.Once she asked me on a Saturday morning if I had some time to come over and help her out moving some furniture. "Sure no problem", I went over to her apartment and did move the sofa and some heavy chairs and it was ready in just a few minutes.She then asked me if I wanted to drink something, it was a warm day so ice tea seemed in order, big glasses, ice cubes and homemade ice. Angie and I got along pretty well the first two years or so but then she got pregnant and gave birth to my half-sister Patsy. From that time forward, Angie treated me like the proverbial stepchild. Patsy always came first, getting whatever she wanted, while I got nothing. As the years went by, my resentment of Angie slowly turned to pure hatred. I could tell by her actions toward me that she hated me as much as I despised her. The situation got progressively worse. One Saturday morning I woke.