I squeezed and kneaded the butt-cheek I could reach, letting my fingers trail up and down in the crack. Each time my fingers passed over his asshole h...s ass muscles clinched tight. When Jean and I fucked she was flat on her back and I didn’t even get to see her ass, and here was her brother offering me his for the taking. I said, “Allen, get up. I want to taste your ass.” He sat up and pulled his pants and shorts off. I stood up and kicked mine off and turned him so he was lying on the sofa. It was Bridget McLeod.“Victor,” she sang in her Scottish lilt, “James and I were talking about your visit, and your news about your sister. Would you consider coming to us for Christmas and Hogmanay? There are going to be a few guests who come every year. Better than being on your own, and you’ve been through a wee bit of trouble from what we’ve read in the papers.”Victor was delighted. “Thank you Bridget,” he smiled, “I was just wondering what to do about Christmas, and I had decided to try to. When it was closing time Oliver and I stayed behind and gave in to our sexual desires of wanting one another. Our arms and and hands were all over each other passionately as we kissed, the heat was steaming off our bodies as we threw all of our clothes off and threw caution to the wind.Oliver was five foot 10, spikey light brown hair, brown blue eyes, the cheekiest smile you ever saw, and had unshaven stubble on his chin as well.Oliver took me by the hand and we walked into the shower room and. . if she was going to deliver the axe -- back on the other side of the bay ... She had to be assuming he'd go with her, right? She'd say something if she had other transportation plans. Unless with all the stress she just forgot that her car was wrecked -- that was possible, wasn't it?He wanted to ask her ... what was next, but he didn't know how to put it without possibly sounding like an idiot, so he decided he'd just follow her lead. At least defer awkwardness and humiliation until they were.