Almost out of nowhere, her bitchiness seemed to resurface. “Well, I’m not going to have my son drinking any beer. He’s underage!” She walked a...ay from the husbands who were left standing confused. They watched as Darlene walked by their wives with a haughty air. “I certainly do not appreciate you allowing your husband to serve beer to my son,” Darlene snipped at Helen as she walked by. Darlene marched over to stand at the top of the sunken den. She put her hands on her hips, expecting the boys. ”“Your own brother getting a hardon made you feel good?” My voice was incredulous.“Well ... I know how picky you are about girls,” she said. “I’ve seen the girls you date. You have high standards, little brother. And I didn’t even show you any of the good parts. You made me feel really good, Bobby.”“You made me feel...” My voice faded.“Horny?” Her voice was impish, but the smile on her face was warm.“I’m not supposed to get horny in that situation,” I said.“If I don’t mind, why does it matter?”. We carried on for a while rolling around on the bed kissing, caressing and licking while we pulled at each others clothes until we were both naked… then it was my turn. I must admit, given his ‘girth’ I knew I wouldn’t be able to go straight into anything so I kinda warmed myself up first, everyone has their own particular style and technique (as with everything) but this time I had to take extra care so as not to either make myself gag or dislocate my jaw! Oh my days…. did I enjoy that! It. He must have been enjoying the sight of my wife’s fantastic tits bouncing up and down, as she tried to get herself high enough to let my rock hard cock slip inside her, as the movement I had seen was him moving as close to the end of the fence as he could, to allow his hand to move more freely, as it looked like it was down the front of his pants, and he must have needed more room to rub his dick while he was watching us.As our windows are floor to ceiling, he had an unobstructed view of my.