“Well not always, but it's gotten a lot bigger in the last couple years,” Brett replied. I just eyeballed it for a minute, it was monstrous in my ...yes anyway. “Can I touch it?” I asked. “I don't see anyone stopping you,” Brett replied. I grabbed onto his cock and stroked it a little. His cock was as hard as a rock and I'm not too sure it could be more erect. I could see he was liking it quite a bit. “Well you have very soft hands sis, they are like clouds,” Brett said. “Thank you, can I kiss. Her dark hair was messed from the pillow and she ran her fingers through it in an attempt to create at least a semblance of her normal self. She was a proper woman and to be seen by anyone — even her husband — with her hair disheveled was not a part of her personality. Leaving the bathroom she looked down the hallway and saw the faint light from the computer’s screen as it managed to slip beneath the closed door. She moved quietly down toward the light and opened the door. Her husband Alan. She poured some lotion into her palm and started spreading it slowly over her shoulders and arms in circular motions. Her hands rubbed the lotion into her skin in a sensual half caress. He was breathing heavily and stroking his cock as he watched her bare breasts sway gently with the motion of her arms. After she had finished with her shoulders she took some more lotion and her hands moved to her breasts. She rubbed the lotion in circular motions from the outside in, her eyes half closed in. The sisters missed all of their morning classes that day.Tegan and Sara were the most unidentical fraternal twins in the world. Other than indie-pop bands, hence their names, their mother had a penchant for playing mythological tinder. After hooking up too close to her genome, she gave birth to Sara, a perfectly healthy, perfectly normal human child. Holding on to Sara’s ankle as she was pulled out into the world was Tegan, a perfectly healthy, perfectly normal… pure succubus.The two had been.