...tight....little... pussy. Right... behind this bar....where anyone can come out and see us," you whisper visciously, knowing the power of your word..., and how they affect me.You push me down so that I am bent over, my upper body laying on the trunk, my legs pressed against the rear bumper, while your muscular legs keep me from squirming away. You lean forward and growl roughly, "Or maybe I will skip that and just fuck your sweet ass." I groan and push my hips against you, causing you to. We've been together since we were teenagers and she was always up for trying different things: dirty talk, toys, role playing. But for some reason she didn't like "smut". The funny thing is I had revealed to her, during a very hot, very drunken, sex session one night how I'd love to see her having sex with other guys. I started off slowly revealing my fantasy to her by telling her that one night when I have the guys over for poker we're going to get her drunk and take advantage of her. Then I'd. She never had anyone complain after being kissed by her. Matter of fact, she had many boyfriends moaning for more of her lips and tongue. Besides, there was no harm in kissing her brother. It was purely innocent on her part. It was just a kiss. C’mon, get your mind out of the gutter. What can possibly happen from giving a kiss? It wasn’t like they were French kissing or kissing while naked. Only, she didn’t know that her brother had ulterior motives and another agenda completely different from. I see now why the handrailpartway along one wall as I was led towards it."Hold onto the rail dear and slowly walk along in little steps, one footjust in front of the other as you go, then turn and come back. Keepdoing it till you start feeling comfortable." she said."I can't I feel all shaky already I'll fall I know I will." I saidholding on tightly to this rail."If you fall just get up and start again, the sooner you start thequicker you'll master your heels. As I said stand straight, little.