I flicked away my smoke and put my hand on the back of his head, holding his face all the way down so my hairy balls were right under his chin, and th...n let him go as he was starting to gag.I reached over for another smoke and after I lit up, I gave him a stiff smack up the side of his head.“Do me, motherfucker,” I told him with my smoke in my mouth.Even though he was sucking me like a pro, and giving my fuzzy balls a nice tongue bath when he needed a break from my boner, I kept slapping him. You could get out of the way up in the lofts and hear everything approaching. Therefore I have no idea how many girls my brothers fucked up there. But by the time I left home I had seen to around 40 guys in the lofts.However the story you are about to read happened away from home. We often visited family whilst Pop was stationed away. We use to think it was Mom just being nice? After she died we found out what Mom was nice about. COCK plain and simple. She had fucked all Pops 6 brothers a fair. "Dude, she was a hot piece of ass!," Mark reminded me needlessly. Megan pushed Mark away from her and stared at him with her mouth open, pretending to be scandalized. "Hey, watch it mister," she said as he smiled, feigning innocence. "I'm YOUR hot piece of ass!" That much was true. Megan was a petite brunette vixen with a pretty face and serious curves. She was sexy as hell and she knew it. She loved to flaunt her sexiness, too. At that very moment, in fact, she was wearing a skirt that was. My full red lips parted slightly. My pulse races as I see you walking into the parking garage in that charcoal gray suit. You walk towards me slowly, our eyes lock, I see that amused, hungry look in your gaze that I know must be reflected in my own. You are finally standing in front of me, that cocky grin on your beautiful lips. That grin that screams, I know exactly what you are here for. You touch your hand to my cheek for just a moment, letting it slide down my neck, one finger drawing goose.