I made a trail as I walked to my bedroom and by the time I got there all I had on was my tiny black lace thong.I stopped at the mirror in my room and ...dmired my body. My breasts weren't the biggest you have ever seen, but I still liked them just the same. My nipples are very sensitive and I can get all worked up just by playing with them before even touching my pussy.I started massaging my breasts, slowly kneading them in my hands. I was careful to tease myself and not touch my nipples yet.Once. Almost immediately, the other one began doing the same thing. It was hot sex in stereo.At a moment when the brothers were dick sucking, I slipped off the bed and began tongue-fucking the ass on top. He cried out when I began probing him with a pair of fingers. Then the other one cried out almost identically.I pulled away from them and got them to switch. Then I tongue-fucked and finger-fucked the other ass. The truth was, I couldn't tell one of their pale pink holes from the other.So, I decided. She kept my softening cock in her mouth as I regained my senses and returned to stimulating her clit. I could feel her kissing, fondling and licking my cock and balls as I continued to slide my tongue into her now dripping pussy and I could feel her begin to tense and stiffen somewhat, so I knew she was becoming excited also. I couldn't believe myself. I was beginning to get hard again. This hadn't happened to me since I was very young man. Sally's manipulation of my cock and balls had had it's. What? Knitters? I didn’t know, but I thought they looked nice. I got one for Cynthia, Mom and Aunt Daisy. Grandma and Grandpa probably had dozens. Would they call them Irish sweaters here or just sweaters? It was like wondering if they just called it food when you have Chinese food in China.I would have been a little more careful about my money, but Grandma left a Bible in my room with an envelope under it that held ten one-hundreds.The rest of my time was spent taking videos and pictures for.