Then he began to fuck me with long bursts that felt that it stemmed from me . I felt his cock cramped and then sprayed my pussy full of cum , I could ...eel his cock slackened in me , then I felt how his hands found their way under my dress and fondled my breasts, I groaned and said fuck me again , his cock stood up up again and now I felt it in my anus and I screamed when it stretch out and fill me and then he started humping with long strokes I knew now how great he was and I groaned and I felt. I was sure my brother had a long and thick cock than my husband. Every day in the bathroom, I masturbate thinking about my brother’s cock. I felt that if I didn’t get my brother’s cock, I will die.My mind was completely dominated by my brother’s cock. I was constantly thinking about the ways and means of getting my brother’s monster in my pussy.Nearly six months passed and there was not a single day where I had not thought about my brother’s cock. After a year, I went to my parents’ house for a. Her body slowed down, becoming sluggish and thick, and the light from the streetlights outside flickered and strobed. Her digital clock’s numbers blinked and flashed, the individual segments of each number flashing independently in a set pattern across the display. Her voice dropped in octaves, becoming a guttural purr. The bounce in her hair slowed into an underwater dance.What the fuck? This isn’t right. She felt trapped in her semi-frozen body. This isn’t traveling through time. He’s just. Purvess had anticipated this could happen and told me to increase her medication if necessary. We did but she did not seem to improve. I did my best to show her that what had happened did not change my love for her. I knew that she would not want physical love for some time, but in all ways, I tried to show her that I still desired her holding her hand, kissing and holding her close when we were in bed together. She responded happily to my kisses yet wouldn't let me touch her intimately. I.