Upon getting dressed, leaving your room and enetering the kitchen you see you older brother sitting at the table with his girl-friend, Kylie. You look...his girlfriend over, blonde hair, nice tits, sweet ass, Pink g-string sticking out of her tight ass pants. Sitting down on the opposite side of the table from her you pour yourself some cereal and while you eat you continualy take glances at her, noticing that her niples are poking seductivly through her whte top. You think that you notice her. His cock was getting harder and growing bigger. He was finally close enough to where I felt him put his hand on the back of my head, slowly beginning to apply pressure pushing my head towards his cock."This will be our secret. No one is going to know. I know you want it." He took his hand off his cock and placed it under my jaw to lift my head a bit and part my lips. I remember looking into his eyes as he said "I'm going to push my cock in your mouth now. I'm going to go slow first so your jaw. That’s when Charlene and I started addressing the trouble in our marriage. No more dinners with our friends happened after that. As Carl and I sat down, the mother and daughter started placing the dinner on the table. Dot brought out, as I call it, a fancy-schmancy salad with walnuts, cranberries, feta and other stuff. This was followed by several kinds of vegetables and slightly floured chicken breasts pan fired in olive oil and seasonings. I remember meals like that at Dot’s and Carl’s house. ‘Alicia, can you come for me? I asked. Alicia’s positive reply was barely audible as she stiffened and her orgasm washed over her, while pulling her elongated nipples… I was obviously hard as a rock. ‘Alicia, I’m going to ask you some more questions.’ I said. She acknowledged ‘ Okay’ as her breathing slowly returned to normal. ‘Alicia, who was the last man you fucked? I asked. ‘You were.’ she answered. I shook my head. I need to be more specific. ‘Yes’ I said. ‘But before me… who was the last.