And I know it may be difficult to understand, but of all the people I know, I respect Susan the most. What she does sexually -- both to please me and ...o please herself -- is the greatest gift she could give me and she says the same is true from her side of the marriage.From one response to the first chapter of this story, I know there are people who don't understand the dynamic between Susan and myself. But put it this way -- I've analyzed our sexual relationship and all it entails, and don't. " I look over and look at Jordan, "What are your thoughts?" "As long as I don't ruin your marriage, I'm good with whatever you want." It was settled that we'd keep our minds open to the possibilities. Kyle was okay with whatever went on and that's all I cared about. ** At 3:15 a.m Kyle dropped us off at the airport. I've never seen an airport so quiet. It was Tuesday, not a popular day to fly. Jordan and I made our way to the baggage desk, and checked in our luggage. We proceeded to security,. Still it pissed me off royally and due to our respective stubbornness we'd never been able to capture the friendship and love of our youth after that day. She teased me for the balance of her senior year, never letting me forget the humiliation of that afternoon, often advising her friends when they were in our house to watch out for my little 'perv brother'.And during her four years at Purdue, her short visits home never seemed to give us enough time to get to know each other again, to mend. To avoid that I pulled back and took my cock out of her mouth. Jess moaned her disappointment.I knelt in front of her and kissed her. “You’ll get some cum, but not right now. First there are things I want you to feel.”“Yes. Whatever you want to do.”I squatted next to her and picked her up in my arms. I couldn’t help but admire her firm breasts thrust out with her nipples fully erect. I ducked my head and licked one, causing her to moan again. Jess looked at me with a combination of love.