As it happened, I was in the mood for doing what I was told. I pulled out of her for a second and rolled sideways onto my back, and she peeled herself...off the sheets and straddled me. Taking my cock in one hand, she guided me into her pussy as she lowered herself onto my crotch, her face a picture of sheer pleasure as I filled her. As she began lifting herself up and down onto me, she began squeezing me between her smooth thighs, pressing her pussy tighter around my shaft. She leaned forwards. ..spread her cheeks...," my brother Harry said. I felt my butt cheeks being spread, then I could feel something being pressed against my asshole and slightly enter me. Then lots of laughter from the bikers watching who were recovering for thier next turn on me or still waiting for thier first. "Brother, thats gonna be so fucking messy....," some one said. Ghost was almost to the point of filling my throat when I felt something very cold, definitly a liquid, enter my ass. I could hear the bottle. But behind closed doors, we were always ready to throw down.It was several years later that I ultimately landed the final blow to our relationship. Once I became old enough, I dove into the role of helping my uncle run the faire. He took me under his wing. I was his shadow and dedicated myself to learning everything there possibly was to learn. Unlike Becca, I lived for this place. There was nowhere I’d have rather been. Uncle Henry and I had that in common. And the bond that created between us. This time, he brought out a rubber bone, the kind with little knobs all over it that were supposed to promote good dental health. It was maybe 6 inches long, with large bulbous circles on each end-similar to a dildo, really, but with a set of testes on both ends. Next came a tube of KY. Without a word, he walked over to her, took out his cock, and waited while she got to her knees in front of him. “Suck,” was all he needed to say. Her mouth grasped his cock with fervor, and did her.