"Oh no, Jenny will be another 45 minutes, plenty of time..." and she pulled her nightie up and over her head - she was naked in my arms, her shape, h...r skin much as I remembered, but maybe a few pounds more here and there.Having removed her nightie, Carol now set about removing my clothes, few as they were, just summer trousers and cotton shirt; she left the socks, but kicked off my sneakers.Then we became wrapped in each other, exploring, teasing, sucking, kissing.She bent and took my member. He fucked her with the power of a hero, and her eyes were filled with delight! She munched pussy in a heated frenzy. Outside we could hear their groans of pleasure. I watched tears run down Rodney's cheeks.I walked quietly to his side. "Brother, let us talk." I reached out to touch his hair."NOO!!!" Rodney jumped up and spun around. He faced me, sickness and hate burning inside him, but I let it pass through me. Again I offered my hand. He froze for a instant. "NEVER!!" He screamed, and he. He hadn't spoken to her since that day he saw her with that other man.I asked her why he wouldn't talk to her and all she said was that dad couldn't forgive her for what she did to him. She said he was hurt very much and that he wanted to forget about her. She didn't say he wanted to forget about me so I filed that away for later. After I thought about what mom told me, I decided that it was the reason I would hear her cry sometimes late at night. I knew she missed my dad, because I could hear. "That's not the only thing you like, is it?" he asks me teasingly, a naughty smile forming on his face. "Well, I like a lot of things..." I say in return, pretending to not understand what he means. "I can give you some examples," he whispers, his smile getting bigger. "For instance, I know you like it when I touch you here..." he whispers again as he slowly puts his hand under the table and places it on my upper thigh, stroking me slightly. A wave of hornyness comes over me and I can barely.