Oh it was at least this long," and I held my hands up as my friend's mouths dropped open."Oh, girl, I only wish you'd want to get your brother naked, ...e sure would, he's such a hunk." Well, after I saw it, well, I want it, too. He's got a package that is awesome. I'm in, yes, I'd suck my brother's cock if I could. So, what should we do, girls?" I asked.There followed a discussion of various ploys we might use to get my nineteen-year old brother, home from college, no doubt already. The Thugs jogged along in front of us, Manser keeping scant inches behind their flashing heels, the thugs aimless lifestyle took its toll, they sweated under the unaccustomed exertions but soon the river came in sight.Well it was called a "River" but in this dry season barely a trickle of water sparkled among the rocks but as we followed the bank the dilapidated fishing lodge and the wood and iron jetty of the fishing hole came in sight, and below the jetty's spindly legs the cool inviting. Thirty minutes ago I had received the text and now I was laying on my back on my couch watching TV as Jess slipped her tongue up and down my pussy. She made me so horny that if she wasn't careful I would come in minutes. Jess never wanted that. She wanted to meditate, let her mind focus on one thing (my cunt) and to properly get what she needed she had to take her time. So she encouraged me to do whatever it was I was doing when she walked in. If I was reading, she'd want me to keep the book. She asked him to take it slow, given how long it had been for her, and he was the perfect, patient gentleman, taking it slow and easy, an inch at a time. But she was more ready for him than she expected to be and within three or four strokes once he was completely inside her, she was on the verge of cumming again. It felt magnificent to fuck again and feel so alive in the way that only a good fuck can make a person feel. She found herself reciprocating with the fucking motion, rising up to meet.