Please, please... !" 'Please' what, Katie?" Please let me come!" I begged. "I didn't mean it -- I won't tell anyone... !" I know you won't! Now, show ...e what a slut you are. Do it!" he barked. "You see, I'm not a 'nice guy!'! I am sick of you looking down your nose at me and my wife 'cause she is a hot, stay-at-home mommy for our two and a half kids while you think you're too good to give my wimpy ass brother even one baby. So, if you want to come as bad as I think you do, that's gonna. I scanned down her body, her bust was missing until I saw the protrusion of her nipples in the fabric - right down at her waistline. I stuttered, "I like your night shirt," and quickly disappeared in my room, masturbating within seconds.I started to plot how I could make a move on her. I asked her whether we could watch football games together. She readily agreed but nothing would ever happen. She would just sit next to me on the couch, her heavy bust resting on her upper thighs. I would be. They were loud I thought... but they didn't last long. I would wonder what position they were in or if he'd even take the time to actually please her. I thought about how much better off she would be in my hands. Poor girl. I couldn't intervene. I didn't want the drama, and above all, I didn't really have any real attraction to her. I was more into brunettes, the taller, curvier type. I'd hear them from time to time, then one night I heard them fighting. It seemed to settle down quickly so I. .. can I... like... help?" Before her timid query was complete, I was on my back with my sweatpants pushed down past my knees, freeing my throbbing cock."Oh! Oh Joe," Ann gasped softly as her fingers contacted my hardness. "What do you want me to do?" She turned towards me, staring with seeming fascination at my upthrust tool."Hold it darling... pump it," and I reached for her other hand.Gaze fixed on my purple-tipped penis. Ann acquiescently shifted position to accommodate my wishes, her upper.