I slipped my robe on, tied the attached rope around my naked waist. I silently made my way down the hall to my step brother's room. I tapped on the do...r lightly, then entered his room silently. I crawled in bed with him, shaking him slightly. "Oliver, wake up," I whispered. "Wake up." Oliver groaned and opened his eyes. His beautiful chocolate brown eyes. "What Brooke?" He grumbled. Oliver wasn't a bad looking man. He was actually quite hot. He was tall, six-foot-three to be exact, with amazing. Whens she has finished she rubs where she's waxed with a lotion though not on my cock. When we proceed to the massage its always the same scenario. I put my hand on the edge of the couch and she has quite clearly pushed her thigh ( or maybe her pussy ) into it, all I know it feels warm and I move my fingers and gently caress her thigh and again she doesn't flinch. She also massages my hands and holds them against her breast, again I gently move my fingers against her and she doesn't mind. It's. My eyes squinched shut, then opened wide. The root of him was as thick as my ankle, soft where it hung as he slowly unveiled inch after uncoiling inch of it. When he’d reached the balls about 8 inches down where they hung super-low, one in each pant-leg apparently, I almost fainted. Each hairless nut was like a mango with rounded points, manly and grotesque and powerfully they hung, mocking all men I’d ever seen naked with their potency. None could call themselves a man after seeing this. He took me along the path I was enjoying so much with great skill. I kept thinking I would stop him before anything too bad happened. But when he started touching my nipples and my pussy I completely zoned out. It felt so good. At that moment I wanted to be fucked. I thought at one point, as soon as I get home I am going to fuck John silly. When he finger fucked me and I came, I sort of went into limbo, I was numb, until I felt his cock touch my lips down there. I wanted to stop him but he.