In fact, Taylor had told Nikkia few months ago that Brandon was more popular than ever. In a rare actof defiance against his big brother, Taylor had e...en become somewhatfriendly with Brandon. Not that they hung out regularly, but they'dshoot some hoops now and then or join in a friendly game of football atthe park.Even as Brandon walked over to step into the bubbling hot tub, there wasno sign of recognition on his face. To anyone else, that would not be asurprise, considering how dramatically. "I heard Peter say, "Fuck!" and then the line went dead. I knew he was pissed. I knew he had plans to do the same thing to me again as last week. I knew it and I wasn't going to allow it. I had him. I had his fucking ass.About an hour went by when the phone rang. I picked it up and said, "Hello."Peter said, "I'm sorry for cussing, I spilled my coffee on my pants and the phone came unplugged as I moved. I'm sorry." I knew he was lying; he got mad because he couldn't get his fucking way. I said,. My hand found her ass crack again, this time moving the thin strip of cloth from her tight smooth anal pucker. With very little effort, my finger was embedded in her tight warm opening to the first knuckle. Her anal muscles tightened on the intruder. I was playing with fire and, hell, if I kept this up, I would get burnt.“Tasha. Please. We can’t do this. You have no idea how much trouble I would be in if anyone sees this.”Struggling to free myself of her grip, we faced each other, panting with. She seemed nervous, her position precarious, and the arm that had been holding her steady slowly came off the couch and grabbed the back of her knee. I held her hips, and started.My cock was aching for release, and I was as hard as possible, and swollen as thick around as I get. I've sometimes felt overly conscious about my penis. Although I stay big when flaccid, I don't seem to grow a whole lot longer. I mean, I'm as long as any guy present; I wasn't short shrifted in that department, but.