She pressed her face into his neck, molding her body to his. "I've been waiting for this all night," she breathed against his pulse.Curling her legs o...to his lap, she brushed her hand across his chest. It felt so natural to be with him, to find her body fitting into his so easily.He closed his eyes, the lulling ride of the car and the scent and feel of her body calming him. Her fingers stroked over his chest and he made a small contented sound. "Just wait 'til we get home, Inky. Then you'll get. She talked about herself, listened to romantic music on Radio Luxemberg, then she made a couple of telephone calles from the hallway. I slept in the spare bedroom. I had the impression that this was all about something else rather than the seductive episode I had imagined.The following morning Rosamund and I strolled the beach to an old rowing boat half buried in the sand where we sat and talked, but basically about nothing, for apart from the Christmas kiss at the bank we were worlds. I was at that age when boys, and men were becoming interesting to me, in a sexual way, and sitting here on the edge of my bed seeing my brothers penis in its full glory, excited me, and I wet my panties, not with pee, but with sex juice.My brother was a bit of an exhibitionist, he was in love with his own shadow, using weights and all that gym stuff to develop muscle.I laugh now thinking back, the only muscle girls are interested in is the one between his legs. We used to call it their 'Light. All of them had fucked me individually and then later took me as a group, slamming me with their huge, dark black poles. I had actually stayed an extra day, on my time off, to enjoy them and another half dozen of their fellow, embassy, male friends, who had stopped by to see the US porn star they had hired. Of course, they shared me with their friends and I was treated to more than 10 different BBC’s over the next 12 hours, all of which filled me with their sticky spunk. I had been their.