I pulled her down on to the bed and heard myself say (was it really me?), "Great tits, Ruth. They need to be dealt with." "Yes, Michael. Do it. W...atever you want." With each hand I took the nipples, left and right, between thumb and forefinger, twisting and tweaking. "Harder, Michael, do it harder." When I responded she began to moan, telling me how good it felt, urging me on, pulling my head down to suck on her. When I nibbled with my teeth she clasped her hands behind my head. She would not move at his pace, he would move at hers. Taking only the head for the time being, she waited for him to calm himself. Once he was done trying to fuck her mouth, she continued, taking inch by inch between the silken walls of her cheeks. If he tried to force her to take more, she would stop again, and subject his cock to the cool night air. Waiting for him to whimper with need before plunging him back into the sultry sanctuary of her mouth.His body arched, as he gripped the rope and. He seemed too uncomfortable withwho he was. I watched with amusement as he absently tugged at his pants,as if his crotch was uncomfortable. Whoever he had been, I mused, heapparently had a bigger set of balls than before. I found myself envyinghim.Another "couple" boarded the bus in apparent discomfort. The boy was talland well muscled, but not in an obscene way. In fact, I found myselfthinking he was... handsome. He had brown hair and big blue eyes thatseemed unsure of what to make of the. It was the safest option and the one my dad would have expected us to choose.We talked most of the way to the community center. I have to say that I enjoyed this time because without Dad and Lindsay standing over our shoulders, we could talk a little more freely. Charity forgot to call us Sir or Ma’am at times and spoke in a very casual manner. I thought about correcting her.My sister had told me to be strict and ruthless with Charity. It isn’t my nature to be strict or ruthless with anyone..