Then he said, "Just fuck me already!" So I lied him down on the bed and shoved my dick up his ass. He screamed at first but then he loved it. I was pu...ping in out out so fast and the was my balls slapped against his ass was great. Then, I shot 5 ropes of cum in his asshole. "Give me a foot job" Stephen saidI layed down and he fucked my feet. He squirted his cum all of my feet and chest then licked all of it off, and made out with me. We fell asleep holding eachother.I woke up at 2:30 to an. He hadworked out that I would not just be prepared to let him deflower me, toallow him to stuff his monstrous organ in the place that no flesh hadpreviously been. He had understood that I would implore him to fuck me.Clearly, he knew me better than I did myself ...So what was I? Well, a slut, clearly. At least - and this was the mostworrying thing - when it came to men. I had wantonly had sex with threemembers of what I still thought of as my own gender, all appearances tothe contrary. And not. And my brother was like, yeah, it’s not like I’ll be forgetting sister–boobs for a while either. My husband said: well they are rather unforgettable. And my brother did an awkward eyebrow raise of admission that, yes, my boobs were rather unforgettable, while turning his hands up to me: like, what else can I say? To be honest, I enjoyed the compliment. When my husband poured another round and suggested we play strip poker though, I assumed he was joking at first. But then I wasn’t sure. My. Mark and I get together for our special moments a few times each year. It was as if it was meant to be. We'd have coffee, a snack, talk a bit and then we'd finally look into each other's eyes. If we were alone, we'd get right at it. If the kids were there, we'd sneak off to the bathroom and I'd jack him off onto my breasts like old times. To this day, I still love the taste of his cum. I prefer it to my husband's. Each time that Mark's wife was pregnant, I saw him on a regular basis. He'd stop.