The next thing I knew she started caressing my legs. As she worked her way up, she crawled onto the end of the bed and pulled my legs apart. As she ra... her fingers up the inside of my thighs I felt a warm pair of lips working their way up my rising shaft. As her tongue toyed with the crown I felt her fingers circling the base. That had me moaning in expectation."Are you relaxed yet?" she said in a deep, throaty whisper. All I could do was groan and whimper. As keyed up as I'd been it didn't. He’d said twice now he loved her, but they barely knew each other. Didn’t they? “Are you?” he whispered. “I…I thought it was just pretend.” He came closer, looming over her. She blinked up at him, eyes wide. The black in his pupils almost swallowed the green of his eyes. "I’m not pretending.” “Oh,” she replied with a gulp. “Okay then.” “I’ll forgive you, because you obviously don’t know about the girlfriend rules.” “Rules?” “Oh, yes,” he replied, one brow arching beautifully.. He positioned his stiff cock exactly on the spot where he had his finger moments earlier. Not only did Scotty not pull away, he backed up onto it. Rob held Scotty open, pulling his cheeks apart with his hands, while he forced his stiff tool up the younger boy’s butt. When he had sank it three quarters of the way into him, Scotty once again started fucking Brittany. Rob timed his strokes so that as the boy pulled out of his sister, he backed farther onto his cock. Before long, they were. ‘Why not?’ ‘Because of… they’re going to be fumigating down there.’ Rude held his arms up to try and block the way. He paused so the quirky redhead was only an inch from his own chest, forcing him to stop dead in the middle of the hallway, nearly bumping into him. ‘Fumigating.’ He contemplated the concept for a moment, wrinkling his nose. ‘So why didn’tcha tell me that earlier?’ Rude raised a hand to rub the back of his head. ‘There was a lot to that memo,’ he offered with a sheepish grin..