The Brothers that were not standing all rose to greet me. They all came to me and we shook hands and we talked about the shooting. The last man to wel...ome me was Tim.“Hello Tim.” I shook his hand and clapped him on the shoulder. “I want to thank you for being there for Lynn and Erin and I want to thank you for having the honor to not go through with it. I owe you.”“Paul, we drew lots and I lost. I’m happy that they told me that my services were not needed. I don’t know what I would have done if. .He started by asking if I had a girlfriend. I said yes (in fact I did). He asked if she had just a "patch of hair" down there instead of a "weiner". I told him all girls have that, and asked why he was asking. He said, "just becuase". Having a little bit of bisexual in me (and having fooled around with my older brother before, but that is another story), I asked if he had hair on his weiner. He was shy and said, "no". I told him I had a little, and asked if he wanted to see. So, I. Gradually I licked in smaller and smaller circles until I was just teasing the edges of her tight little opening. I rocked my hand inside her to give maximum stimulation. She began to make pleading little grunts and her hips gyrated so the tip of my tongue brushed over the very center of her asshole. Feeling my tongue where she wanted it she pushed upwards encouraging me to penetrate and prepare her for the coming attraction.I eased my tongue a little way into her, only to feel her tense, then. There was something about a guy completely below her league having her. Elle didn't really like it when I veered into that world, probably the reason why our fantasies began to drift apart and eventually we did not even talk about them. Elle is a beautiful, blue eyed, blond woman, standing at 5'3", 110lbs with an athletic frame. She loves yoga and has a very proportional body with great legs and an amazing firm ass. Guys always look at her when she walks into a room. Elle knows this, giving off.