”“I know. She lives to shop,” Sherry said with a sigh.“We’ll go to the dress stores, the toy stores, and have some pastries,” Otterly said....“I’m sure you’ll have fun,” Sherry said.Alex said, “You can stop in at the electronics store and see if they have any gadgets you might like.”“We spent four hours down there last Saturday,” Otterly said rolling her eyes.“That was fun,” Sherry said.Otterly said, “Not really.”“Oh,” Alex said.At that point the conversation died. The three sat around the table. The smell was strong and thick and the heat from the shower worked like a convection oven and baked the scent of sex into the air. I was already in third gear and could quite easily cross the finish line in a few sweeps. While being the captive audience of his written filth, I used my middle and index fingers on my left hand to expose my saturated pink and needy button. I caressed it softly with the pad of my right middle finger. Fuck it felt so good. The intentional and unbridled rubbing. We never got “caught,” but, clearly as they became fertile they somehow knew the consequences of “fucking” even as we did it – especially fucking with a guy who poured out huge amounts of cum on 15 to 20 minute intervals – and my pleas that they play with me diminished to no action at all.But other things happened. Not really noticed by me, by age 13 my balls had descended a lot, getting full and hanging, and my cock had thickened and gotten pendant. Although I was not really that aware of. . and love. It was a sight I never forgot and one I always associated with the deep love I developed for Jesse.It was great to be with the folks again, and Jake and his family. I was thrust into the limelight, feeling like the prodigal son. The love of family is a special kind of love and it felt good. But it seemed as if something was missing, a piece of the puzzle of life not there; and by its absence I was reminded how much I wanted and needed it.Jan and her husband and her fast growing baby.