And what a fucking dirty slut!But strangely this thought was making me extremely aroused. I reached down and closing my fingers around my rock hard s...aft started playing with my hardening member. I couldn’t help myself as I stared at Stacey and imagined although she was totally unaware, of being mentally ridden by the builders from the opposite house! What dirty disgusting thoughts were going through their heads I thought to myself. Were they imagining fucking her delightfully tight young. Why now. I had no answers at the time as I lay there feeling his shaft pressed against my ass crack and a slight stickiness on my cheeks. I just couldn’t believe that my own brother as much as he didn’t like me was going to bugger me and there was nothing I could do about it. He lifted off me. I assume he spit in his hand because I felt his fingers wet on my asshole. I tightened it and tried to resist but he soon had one and then two fingers inside me loosening me up which took quiet sometime. The deal with Martin's Grocery went through, Mr Martin was happy and Ron got us a fair deal. Roy Seath was happy to take over the manager's position. We told him of our plans to demolish the old warehouse and build a self serve market; he had quite a few good ideas to add to the pot.I asked a few of our tradies that did business with us who would be the best man to talk to, they all agreed that Giuseppe D'Acenzio was the man to talk to, Mr Concrete they called him.Ron and I tracked him down. "Wouldn't be surprised. Up to you." Well, not entirely." You rather swive than read or sew?"She put down her cup, stood and I followed her up the stairs. "No sense wasting that bath you took," she said as she opened the door to my bedroom."Why not your room?" I asked as I turned her around and held her close to me, my big paw on her firm butt.She kissed me gently. "Too many memories. Ghosts." Pretty narrow bed," I said. Her body was firm and warm, in constant movement under my hands.She kissed.