After quite a few minutes of co-opted pleasure, the meter of our mouths began to change as we were each reaching orgasm. I didn't see how we could cum...together, and apparently, neither did Bill.He moved his tongue from around my clit to my vulva and lips, sucking and lightly chewing them. I took this as a lead to proceed and finish him.I had been using my hand lightly to stroke him with my bobbing, because I knew I couldn't go that deep. I wanted to give him as much pleasure s possible. With. But, my sister did not object to that and didn’t say that I am her brother. But, that reference me as my sister’s husband made me thrill and my cock started shaking. Around 9.30 p.m., everybody started to sleep and adjusted in the available seats. All of them told us that “You husband and wife share one complete seat to sleep”. Then my sister told me to lay on the seat and she too laid beside me facing side by side facing each other. Sensing that she is so close to me and her body touching me. I told Ed about my team. We were set at all positions. Everyone was healthy, confident and knew their jobs. It had taken the better part of the season but we felt ready to take on anyone now. Tennessee was going to have their hands full with us.Ed and I went outside and passed the football around like old times. Sitting around inside was boring. We went for a jog around the neighborhood later in the afternoon. It was nice to spend time with my best friend. We just didn't get to do this enough. That was the word that came to mind as he padded back naked from the bathroom. There were none of the bulging muscles of the wrestlers. But he wasn't flabby at all. Everything was solid, there just wasn't that much of it.It wasn't as cute as his ass, but, then again, what was?He was detumescent. Isn't that a lovely sounding word?When you read the classics of erotic literature, you read detumescent, rather than limp. I'm not uneducated.I may have been shallow and lazy, but I do read and I have a.