Thank the good Lord that it was me that found them and not our sexually repressed mother. She would have driven my brother from the house with the kit...hen broom or my little brother’s softball bat that stood in the corner by the bedroom door. Everyday after that I would sneak into his room and borrow a different magazine from his huge stack and return the one I had used the night before. I was very careful to take one from the center of the stack so he wouldn’t notice. Some of those stories. They never should hurt their women, but only give them pleasure when the woman chooses.Then spend the rest of the time taking care of them and being their slaves. No longer would women have to serve their men. I would change everything.My husband brought the strap-on harness up to my waist. I glanced down at him and said, “Dog, did the store clerk teach you how to put this on?”“He did, Mistress,” he said, his voice strained with humiliation. “I have to make sure the base is over your clit so. The guilt was tempered by the overwhelming pleasure that this gifted young man was giving her. It was more pleasure than any adult male had given her in her relatively short sexual past.Emily placed her hands on the back of Kurt’s head and buried his face into her pussy and rubbed it around. His heart was racing as he alternated kissing and licking her vagina. His cock was harder and bigger than it ever has been. It was stretched so far out it hurt.Emily looked down and saw his monster cock. He secretly told his bride that it was a very special tradition but didn't let her beg the details. The first wedding was a more ordinary tradition.Everyone attending could tell that this was a special couple and wished them much love. Ralph was the best man and could barely control his hardening cock at the thought of what the future held as those same guests wished him and his sister a safe journey and a happy life. He thought that if the way he and his friend Guy had fucked his sister just.