I saw less of him, then. You know how infrequently I was able to return home. By the time I reached adolescence, I hardly saw him except on the odd vi...it. “Still,” he said with a soft sigh, “I loved him nonetheless, and honored him. I applied everything I had into my training and apprenticeship. Everything. I strived with every fiber of my being to become a Knight worthy of my family name. I looked up to my father, to his wisdom, his valor, and his strength. I idolized him. It was bringing. He really wanted to make me cum and I could see that he too wanted to spurt into me. “Fucking wank that cock, cum for me, Mark,” I told him. Mark fucked his cock into me as hard as he could. His hand shook my cock as he pumped it into submission. I watched, mesmerised, as I felt my insides were turning over. My stomach was clenching every time he pulled upwards on my cock and my anus clenched every time his cock entered me. I was so close to cumming that I wanted to cry. Mark beat me to it. I. ," I thought to myself. This looked promising.I restrained myself as I heard her enter the house, climb the stairs, and pass my doorway as she headed toward her bedroom farther down the hall. We DID have a set routine. I decided to see if she planned on following it.That soon proved to be her intention. Barely five minutes had passed before there was a soft knock on my door. If it had been anyone other than my sister I would have just shouted "It's open", but in this case, where I was. Laura was never sure with him.She hung out at the bar, drinking, smoking and flirting with several guys until closing time, but seldom took her eyes off Lou. She was preoccupied with imagining herself alone with him, stripping his clothes off, running her hands over his body, kissing her way down his stomach, slowly licking the head of his cock, and then engulfing it in her mouth.At closing time, Laura headed over to the Jimmy's, a local greasy spoon that was open all night to wait for Lou to.