"Do you want another steak then, Jen?"My sister hesitated. I thought for a moment she was actually going to say 'Yes'.Mum and Dad both laughed again a... the look of longing on her face."No, I'll go for the Knickerbocker Glory. I know I can eat that, but I'd never live it down if I had a steak and my eyes were bigger than my tummy!"Jen did indeed manage her usual Knickerbocker Glory, as always scraping the specially long spoon in the bottom of the glass to get the last little bit.For once, Mum. It could have easily happened last night; we were all turned on by the sex talk, the tension of stripping off our clothes at the turn of the cards, the unabashed flirting and Ben's brash display of his erection. Apparently I hadn't been immune to the drama either; when Ben returned from the kitchen with a handful of beers, my wife caught me checking out Ben's package. I was still looking at his half-hard cock when the proffered beer entered my field of vision. I looked up at Ben's crooked grin,. “You have a big dirty wank in the toilets, you make my dick get hard and then you get it all wet and sticky with your nob juice.”He said sorry again and pulled himself away from me.I pulled him back closer to me till his dick was touching mine again and I slipped my hand round to the back and grabbed his arse through his baggy jeans.“I think this needs a good spanking, don’t you? Eh?”He couldn’t work me out. One thing was for certain though, horny mosher boy was well horny. His cock was well. I promise.” He smiled down at me and I felt his long, powerful cock being slowly withdrawn from my body until only its head stretched my inner lips, almost teasing me. Then without warning it was slammed back into me again until his pubic hair ground roughly against mine. I squealed aloud, eyes wide with surprise and shock, my fingers grabbing at his shoulders; my legs spread impossibly wide, forced apart by his powerful thighs. An animal feeling within me wanted this man to love me, have me,.