I want to be here for you and take care of you in all ways." He was now slowly sliding in and out of me. The pain has subsided to a harsh itch, one th...t needed only more of what was going on between my legs to make it stop. I could feel every inch against my strained love canal; could feel his swollen cock as if it were a part of my very being. Stop! Heck, this was only the beginning!His thrusting became more rampant as I watched him close his eyes. He was close, very close to spilling his. Or a mouth. Maybe next time, I thought. “Come on my tits,” I said, squashing them together as I frigged along the edge of an orgasm. The words were an instruction and permission. Both guys stepped forward and took aim. Two tiny slits about to unleash spunk Heaven. It went everywhere, quickly forcing my eyes closed as it splashed across my cheeks, nose and into my shrieking mouth. “There’s so much of it!” I wailed, as I smeared the combined juices over my tits and throat. As the pungent. But, hey, nobody's perfect. We just wouldn't talk about politics. There were lots of Republicans, back in Coshocton, too. I think my Dad might have secretly been one, even. He was a working man, all his life, but sometimes, I think he thought of himself more as Management.Anyway, Emily and I, while we were staring at each other over beers at a modest-but-lively downtown club, found ourselves talking about -- you guessed it -- my Little Brother Eddie.Topic A.Well, I hadn't started it. Sure, I. ’ She indicated Chris just opposite. He raised his mug in salute. ‘Just changed the doors on what was there Maureen,’ he grinned sipping his own tea. ‘Nicely done, I must say, sure but living with Brian must have rubbed off on ya’, it’s decorated a charm.’ Cathy was again about to indicate that Chris was the person, when Chris stood and said, ‘It was if he was here all the time Maureen,’ Cathy had to hide her smile in her mug. ‘Sure, it’s got him written all over it.’ She said with the.