They constantly replied with innuendos like "Yes, she's in very good shape," "We love the fine lines," "Moves really well," and that sort of thing. My...wife certainly understood their meaning and was blushing when we left, and told me being in their presence had turned her on. We decided to try and find a piano bar that we had visited on the previous visit. It seemed larger than before and the atmosphere was great; you didn't order drinks at the bar as there were several hostesses around, taking. I began to drift away when… wait. Gerry was in bed with me. I was being fondled by my brother! I was lying on my stomach, arms under my pillow, head turned toward the windows. I couldn’t see him but, now more awake, I felt deliberate movements to my left. I didn’t know how to handle this. I did not want a scene. If I just pretend to be asleep, I thought, maybe he’ll be satisfied with the free feel and leave it at that. I tried to breathe evenly so as not to give myself away. But his exploration. “What? I asked.“Uh huh, the girl said. Lots of girls do it.”I looked at her, and then glanced down at Angie, who was so obviously enjoying the cock in her mouth. Hmm hmm, she said to me sweetly.I pulled my camera back out to capture some nice close-up shots of this lovely young blonde, while continuing to listen to her cousin.“They’re called cheerleader sperm-eaters or bleacher whores’, and they’re at every game.“She’s a prostitute? I gasped, glancing down at Angie, who continued to bob her. Guess I should have not been. But the next thing she told me was even more shocking. Mom, she said. I do like eating a pussy a lot more then a dick. Sara I have never heard you talk like that. She laughed. Mom she asked have you ever ate a pussy? Nervously I said No Sara. I have a dick. And the bigger the better I like it. We laughed. As I fixed her garters in she smiled down at me. Mom would you if you had the chance? I don’t know Sara. It would have to be someone I know and that.