Then I breathed in. The air rushed into my lungs, my pulse beat faster. It smelled lovely, sweet, sweaty, woody. The pleasure rose in me. I fished the...white sock from inside the shoe. It was distinctly black on the underside. You could guess the individual toes. The sock was still damp. She must have sweated in her sneakers on the way to the course. I sniffed him again, deep with my nose right on the fabric. Then I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down a little, always with one ear pointing. When I felt his mouth ingulf my cock once again, I took two fingers and gently traced them over his puckered asshole. Will moaned slightly, then began to work my cock, sucking the head and stroking my shaft with his spit slicked right hand. I continued to strum his asshole with two fingers as I sucked his cock in earnest, running my lips over the seeping head, kissing the veiny shaft, working it all in and out of my mouth, in and out of my throat. I felt his lips work down my shaft and begin to. It seemed to take forever. Finally, he lay there naked. His long, meaty sex organ rolled languidly on its side along the crook between his pelvis and upper thigh. That he would be thus endowed had never occurred to me. Even in this semi-aroused state, my teenage brother was considerably bigger than my husband. Two large ovals anchored his hairless scrotum. His wispy, blonde-brown pubic hair looked just like mine, I remember thinking. “Okay, relax,” I whispered, running a hand over his tight. ‘Yes. You have.’She felt as high as a kite. Spaced out. And although theactual ropes were lying in a coil on the floor, like asleeping snake, she could still feel them around her body.Glancing at her arms she saw the marks like livid redbangles, deeply embedded.‘The physical marks and feeling stay with you longafterwards,’ said Elliott.How did he know?‘Really?’She was smiling vaguely, her body rapidly melting. Asher legs gave out on her again, Elliott scooped her into hisarms and carried her.