Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him down on top of me. Petey kisses my lips softly and nibbles a little but then the kissing grows hungrier....My tongue finds his and the slippery dance ensues. The only sound is our heavy breathing and quiet moaning echoing through empty space. I can feel fire building up inside me and I want to have his skin against mine He sits up and rips his shirt off while I unbuckle his belt. He stops me and I look up at him, confused. Petey places my hands above. It quickly became hard and I began to slowly stroke it back and forth.I said to myself, "My brother Michael wants to fuck me, so I am going to let him, right here on the dance floor!"Because he was barefoot, and I had on my high heel shoes, he was at the perfect height to have sex with me standing up. I opened the front of his briefs then grabbed his hard cock and guided him inside me.Suddenly, the song ended and all the bright lights came on! I thought it was going to be fairly dark, but now. So when I got home, I called and talked to this nice woman who said she could come over in a regular car and meet us.About 10 minutes later, there was a knock on the door and the nice woman, Sergeant Hopkins came in. After telling her most of the story, she asked both of us to strip and examined our beaten and bruised body. My breast had returned to their normal size but were almost purple from the bruising. We told her everything, but I left out the website information. I know it’s illegal for. That smile always gets to me!" or"If you think you catch me staring at your boobs, it's because I am. I won't hide it. They look magnificent and I'm still a guy so....see this as a compliment." Things really started heating up yesterday evening, though. We've only just started our work out when he asked me:"Have you ever tried doing pull-ups?" me: "Hah! Are you k**ding me? Have you actually seen me? I could never do that!"him: "I bet you can! Besides, there's a machine here that helps you do.