I have a twenty year old brother Fred,*who lives on his own, my parents work and I spend a lot of time homealone.*Fred is not my real brother, when ou... parents married they were toldthat they could not have any children so they adopted and thanks tomodern medicine, five years later, along came Gerald.For the past two years, since my brother, Fred, left home, I have been,occasionally, wearing my mother's clothes. I know I looked like a littlegirl wearing her mothers clothes because she is. My bill at the checkout was almost the full five hundred. The kids were a bit more modest in their purchases.When we got back to the motel, off came the running pants and my used underwear. The bandage was in my pocket, since I removed it while going to the store. The shower I took was long and hot. I washed my tacky blond hair using hotel shampoo, since I seldom bought real shampoo.I carried the pile of old clothes to the sofa bed in the sitting room. "I'll dump all the stuff if you come pile. ”He knew her so well. By day, no one would guess that beneath her conservative little business suit and professional demeanor beat the heart of a woman nearly out of her mind with lust and the need to be taken hard and rough by the only man who not only understood, but shared her wicked desires.He had her pussy twitching so insanely hard now, and she was so close she could almost taste it, gasping as he rotated his hips to give her just a little more of what she’d been aching for. Her mouth. Fine then. I was alone, I had my imagination, and if my conscious was going to behave like that I wouldn't bring it along for the ride. I didn't have a wealth of sexual experiences to go on, a couple of quick and fumbled hand jobs, two blowjobs given, one received and the night I regretted deeply. I'd so not wanted to finish college as a virgin, so I hadn't. My imagination was way better anyway. I wrapped my hand around my cock, which like the rest of me, wasn't brilliantly impressive, five.