Of course, there was a slight complication with that. To limitthe amount of autograph sellers and the demand on him, it had beendecided there were two...rules. The first was that any person who wanted anautograph had to come in costume. The second was that the person had tocorrectly answer a ten-question quiz about the show he starred in. I feltI knew more than enough about the show to pass that little test.When it came time for me to pick a costume to attend the convention in,the choice was. My whole life has been spent like this - I can’t help but be physically intimate with everyone I like, everyone I love.Hell, even people I don’t like that much. I’m just a kissy kinda gal.Before long my brother had pushed my panties to the side - I was dripping wet, and he slowly, tentatively ran his middle finger up and down my slit. It felt like he was teasing me, but I think he was just making sure that his finger was nice and wet before he slipped it inside.Pretty soon his pointer finger. I did the same again and again and licked every part of his cock. Then again, I gulped his cock in my mouth. This time I had more than just his cockhead. I started slurping on his cock, and Reddy’s moan only increased my passion.Reddy then held my head and started pumping his cock slowly in and out of my mouth. I placed both my hands on his hairy thighs for support as I felt his precum oozing in my mouth. It tasted a bit salty, but I felt them as little drops of heaven at that point.I started. You’ll notice the paint job and the inscription,” Mike said.“The color chosen for the bike was Nissan Mahogany Pearl,” Mike said. “The lettering is rich gold.”The lettering was simply “Gabrielle” in script, with a silhouette of a woman’s windblown head at the front. She turned to me.“You did this long before we got back together?” she wondered.“Yeah,” I admitted.“The color looks familiar. It’s the same as my old car used to be, isn’t it?”“Yeah,” I nodded.“So, this is some kind of tribute, is.