# I spent the next week in a state of fluttering excitement. Romantic love and I had been strangers for so long, I was at first reluctant to renew the...acquaintance. My humdrum life was tedious but somehow solid and dependable, and too much excitement would introduce a discordant element. But over the next few days I found it harder to maintain the pretence. The intervention by romantic love was not an intrusion, but more like a piece of background music that accentuates a pleasure, or a subtle. "I have dreamed of this so many times." I stroked him slowly, and he could not keep his hands off me. He began to finger one of my hard nipples. He pinched the nipple lightly and ran his finger around the areola. b*o's other hand was between my legs fingering my cunt. His touching was exciting me, making me linger as I enjoyed the feelings flooding through me. At last, my brother was focused on playing with my breasts. I lay the soap bar in the dish and began rinsing the soap from his cock and. Paul usually came by for the rent around dinner time on the first Thursday of each month. I sat nervously on the couch, watching TV and waiting for him to show up, when he knocked on the door, then let himself in with his pass key. He came into my small apartment and stood in front of me sitting on the couch. As usual, he was wearing loose sweatpants and a T-shirt. He glared at me, with his hand out, and said, “well….do you have the rent?”With a resigned sigh, I said, “Most of it,” and handed. I grew confused on what she was doing when she asked me to get back on the table and straddle her chest facing her feet. I did as instructed and noticed mom grab a tube of KY from the stainless steel table next to us. Letting the lab coat she was wearing fall to the sides and expose her naked form to me once again, mom began squeezing gobs of lubricant between the valley of her breast.“Ever titty fuck?” she asked while giggling.I shook my head no as she placed my hard prick between her breast.