A brother is a brother.” “Come on you guys,” Phyl said, “just read and shut up.”Phyl and I looked at each other and that night she told me ...hat she was thinking about my brother and his cock: that it was the first one she had really seen; that it was fascinating and she wanted to feel it, lick it, suck it…make it cum. I told her that night to go ahead, that I’d help.I loved my brother, even when he was being a jerk and I kept reading but my mind drifted looking at the cocks in the stories,. He won’t be hard to recognize since he has tattoo's on his arms and his neck. Collect the money and tell him to fuck off. I don’t want him there when mom shows up. Got it???” You replied with a simple “yes”. He got out of his car and just as your brother said he had tattoo’s all over his body. He stayed looking at the brand new car with the huge bow tie on the front. Just as you began to open the door you heard your mother’s beat down engine pull up. Your phone buzzed one more time .-“b*o I’m. . I rested for 5 or 10 minutes or so - satisfied - got up gathered my gear and returned to the motel.I showered and went to dinner. A good steak it was and was about to return to my room, looking forward for a nite of watching porn and working my trusty cock... So good it is.. I left the restaurant, when I heard a young man calling out for me. I turned and asked what he wanted.In his mid twenties, he was nicely muscled. I am in my mid fifties, not too bad, reasonable fit. What he said. Ruth and Lizbeth participated in the conversation but were much more reserved that the other three. Finally, as the food disappeared and the rate of questions slowed, Rand turned to them and said, “You two seem to be trying to ask questions by telepathy. I’m afraid you’ll have to speak your questions aloud.”“What happens to human culture?” Lizbeth bluntly asked.“What do you mean?” Rand relied.“When everything that scientists have been trying to discover about the universe has been discovered.