"... Sir?" We smiled at each other. "Yes. I'd like that. Actually, turn around on all fours. Look over your shoulder at me." She turned around and ben... at the waist, putting out her hands and catching herself from falling. She brought her legs up under herself and spread them widely. Arching her back, she presented her upturned ass delightfully. She looked back at me and reached under herself, sliding her fingers back and forth over her cunt. "Is this what you wanted, Sir?" She was swaying her. The two brothers couldn’t have been more dissimilar. Roger, the eldest, was a money-hungry, go-getting entrepreneur, and Charlie—well, Charlie’s idea of wealth was to have all his family together under the same roof. So long as he had enough to get by, Charlie rarely gave fiscal matters a thought. ‘But as you know, my parents didn’t have the most harmonious marriage in the world. I actually got my mother to admit once that she knew she should never have married my father. She settled for second. ...," expelled on a moan."Please what?" Please make me cum. Please cum in my ass."Your hands grip my hips tightly as you hammer your cock into my ass, again and again. My fingers twisting in the rope, my ass rising to meet each thrust. That sensation building, as my body shudders, my ass grips your cock. This orgasm is deeper, longer, my whole being centred on the exquisite pleasure of your cock driving into my ass. Your thrusts are quicker now, your fingers digging into my flesh. Your cock. I spread my legs, giving him easy access as I mentally urged him to hurry up and reach my clit with his tongue. I moaned with disappointment when he skipped over my pussy and started on my shoulders.I almost laughed between my moans as I had the oddest thought; I thought about Thelonious Monk. Phillip caressed me the way Thelonious Monk played piano, striking two discordant keys that made the listener think of the note in the middle that Monk didn't play. Phillip kissed and rubbed along my.