I started pacing around my room, thinking about the awkward conversation me and my brother were about to have. But for some reason the image of him st...nding there in only a towel made me horny. No. What was I thinking? This is my brother. I shouldnt be thinking of him this way. But I couldnt stop myself. I heard the shower turn off, and I was on edge. I heard his footsteps again and I inhaled and exhaled slowly. Troain, he called, his voice sounded like he was far away. Can you come in my room. Inside the Cathedral, I climbed the 257 steps to the Whispering Gallery. At least the interior of the building has lost none of its magnificence. Through the door cut in the side of the colossal stone drum that carries the dome, I emerged into daylight once more and made my way onto the gantries.Barely had I made it to the first level when I was greeted by the florid, bearded countenance of my host. "Glad you could come. Good of you to join us."Our second Victorian era has thrown up a few. I watched mesmerized as he unzipped and slowly extracted his rigid, perfect tool, eyes locked on mine. “Suck it. On your knees, right here. Your husband knows where you are. He knows what you’re doing. His dick is about to burst as he imagines what I’m doing to you, what you’re doing to me. I wouldn’t want him disappointed. Now- Suck. My. Cock!” There was a possessive edge to him bordering on coercion. Self-controlled Liam revealed a hidden darkness that I found overpoweringly sexual. I loved. It looked like he was nose fucking her taking in her essence. "Lean over" he says, wanting to get her in a better position to remove her panties. "Honey, what do you think?" she asks very nervously with her voice cracking. "Its fine" I reply.I think this is where I went wrong. She wanted to be saved and I didn't. I even helped this old man by taking her hand and heading to a nearby couch. She didn't want to sit so I started to rub her shoulders from behind. At this point, this guy was stopping.