During intercourse, when a man is inside you, you feel him on many levels, his force through his swelling and pushing, his urgency and need for you, a...d as a female being serviced in this brute fashion, you feel a certain pleasure in providing your orifice, to pleasure the guy behind you, raising your naked buttocks to meet his downward or forward thrusting, the act of submission in my part, conversely, enforcing the act of being taken, in his part.There-in lies the clue to my personal. I also noticed Janet was paying more attention to my brother at the same time.It was a strange change for all of us. I needed to talk to Travis and see what he was thinking. By 1:00 PM, it was 100 degrees outside, and the girls changed into their bikinis and went swimming. I was in the kitchen, marinating the steak when my brother walked in."Hey, dude, what's up?" he asked."Hey, Trav, what’s up with these gals?”He grabbed a beer out of the fridge, "Damned if I know, you okay with this swap. Stella hadn’t seen me, but I could see she was not comfortable with this guy hanging all over her. I walked over and tried to grab Stella’s hand so we could leave, and the asshole turned to me with a venomous look. ‘Fuck off, punk,’ he said. ‘I was here first.’ ‘Excuse me?’ I said, interjecting myself between him and Stella. ‘I believe the lady came here with me, asshole.’ ‘Look, buddy, I’ve got to go,’ Stella said. ‘With him?’ the guy said. ‘Nah, why don’t you stay here and party with a real. She wanted me to remove my clothes. She wanted me to strip myself naked."Take off your clothes, Tommy," she said again. "I mean it. I'm not fucking around," she said.Another one of my longtime sexual fantasies, over the years while masturbating myself, I've imagined stripping myself naked in front of my mother and/or my aunt. Yet, now that my mother wanted me to undress, strangely enough, I felt more embarrassed than I'd felt sexually excited. I imagined my mother and my aunt sexually staring.