How are you?" Her stomach tied in knots; why would Bax call unless it was bad news?"I'm fine. Listen, Brody wanted me to call you. I don't know if you...know, but he got hit in the game last night."She swallowed. "Yeah, I know. I saw. How is he? It looked pretty bad." He's got a concussion. That's why I'm calling. He's at home, but last word is he's got a monster headache—which is not unusual—and he needs time to rest. I know you must be worried, but I wanted to tell you to give him a few days.". She was feeling her orgasm grow strong, but prolonging the explosion. After all, she was there to please herself. Chelby’s breath was still deep and fast as her fingers danced over her clit. She took her swollen wet clit in between her finger and thumb, and then stroked it just like it was a tiny cock. The feeling from stroking it was incredible. Her finger tapped her clit ring and the sensation intensified her stroking. Her fingers found their way back into her hot, wet, pussy. She began. I was sure he was watching my great body.We sat back and sipped. I laughed and told him, “Thanks for the screw. This is good wine.”He laughed and responded, “I always like to get things opened up.” I observed that his massive cock, which had been lying down the inside of his thigh, was now extended on the top of his thigh.” He had definitely noticed my tits. The nipples were frozen hard and very large. A careful observation would show the outline of my areola against my knit top. I sat. Being good was volunteering to do the washing up, mowing the lawn and such. Being bad would often involve some degree of sexual contact; the more taboo the better. I can remember catching my older brother coming out of the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his chest still damp and bare. Now considering he's twice as strong as me, and he could have pushed me away if he so desired, the fact that he just stood there while I wank him off, his eyes all wide from shock until he.