" He reached out with his hand and slid a finder into her pussy lips. She shuddered as he rubbed her twat and rotated her hips as he stroked her clit....She had tears coming down her face as he put his hands on her shoulders and forced her to her knees. She knew what was coming. " Unbutton my pants and pull them down, bitch." She reached out and dropped his pants. His dirty underwear stunk so bad I could smell it from ten feet away. Wendy recoiled from the smell and the obvious erection inside. You glance over to the seat beside you and see your sleeping older brother Paul.Paul is one year older than you at 19. He has short cut brown hair and the same blue eyes as you. He is slightly taller than you at 6'1 and has a slim but athletic build. Compared to you the likeable guy at high school that everyone got along with and nobody had a bad thing to say about your brother was a very introverted person only ever really talking or interacting with family. A few years back you decided to. The photographers couldn’t get within 40 feet of us and they couldn’t really interrupt our dining.The two other security guys stayed outside but Ryan joined us in the bistro. I saw from the photos on the wall that I wasn’t the first guy Liz had brought there but I brushed off the thought quickly. Ryan stayed behind us until I had pulled Liz’s chair out and she was seated, once again ensuring that no one managed to get a picture of her rear end with a zoom lens. I wondered how so many pictures. I had made an error in judgement with my first-born being too friendly and cooperative when I should have been more demanding.My second child was inside the bounds of matrimony and a full nine months after the reality of a church attended wedding.My husband was away on a substitute deputy sheriff job over to the fairgrounds for the firearms sale and trade get together open to one and all. Anyone over the age of eighteen could boy a rifle in our county including those mean-looking assault rifles.