I begged him to stop; he begged me to lay down on the bed so he could eat my pussy.He was playing but the truth is there is nothing he could ask that ... wouldn’t do.. At one point we were in the kitchen and he stood behind me and put his finger in me. I got so nervous and turned on that I told him to follow me to bedroom. I took my dress and bra off. I was on my knees when he came in. “Come fuck me” I said.I unbuckled him and undid him. His cock felt spectacular in my mouth and I loved what it. " Because it was my fault. I'm the one whose behavior was abominable. I should be begging you to forgive me. This thing with you has happened so fast. I got caught up in the rush ... I was so eager to ... to consummate ... something ... I got wrapped up in my own selfishness. I was pushing too hard ... too fast ... too soon. Debra -- I've been torn up inside over what happened ... over what I did and what I said. What bothers me most is ... I should've known better. I should have known better.". I went up to my room and pulled out my bathing suit from the suitcase, as if I was going to the hot tub or pool when my husband went off to the game. My husband came to the room with his work mates in tow. They then went out to the balcony and burned down a joint. I told my man, “I plan on staying around the hotel, since it seems like a big scary city.” He really didn't care. He told me, “If they lose I will be back immediately after the game, and we can do something.”I acted excited.He then. So consistent. So relaxing. Up and down, and up and down ... It was so sexy, watching my brother stroke his cock. By sexy I obviously mean relaxing, but the two were quickly becoming one and the same. When I was relaxed, I was horny. Being relaxed was sexy. My brother’s cock relaxed me, ergo ... my brother’s cock was sexy.Pump, pump, pump.My brother’s cock was sexy.Stroke, stroke.My brother’s cock was sexy. My brother’s cock was so sexy ... I could feel myself getting close to an explosive.