There were different pleasures to be had: Gavin was a really good top, and knew how to tease and when to fuck him hard, and more than once made Jonath...n come without him touching his cock. Peter was more intimate, and tended to enjoy slower, more prolonged sessions of sucking and stroking. He and Jonathan developed a liking for frotting, when they would sit facing each other and rub their lubed cocks together, striving to orgasm in tandem. Gavin was the more inventive, on occasion making a game. We were in love and planned to get married. Our parents agreed too – no struggle there despite us being from different religions. But then one night when her parents were away, things got very comfortable, if you know what I mean.I have been carrying a condom since the day we first kissed. So I was prepared on that front. Our kisses were passion, undressing was hot, desperate, and wild. Unfortunately, by the time we moved to the bed, I lost my erection.That moment it went down and then refused. "Oh my goodness! This looks delicious!" She exclaimed.James smiled and pulled out a chair for his sister. "Have a seat sis, I'll be back with the wine and garlic bread."As Angelina waited, she grabbed the Parmesan cheese and sprinkled it over her spaghetti. James came back with a basket of warm garlic bread and a bottle of red wine. He poured Angelina a nice full glass of wine and then sat down to pour his own. He watched his sister devour her plate."Hungry sis?" He joked.Angelina slurped up a. Standing roughly 5'6", About a size 16 she was pretty to the extent that you'd expect for a woman her age. Mum told me she was in her late 40s. she was somewhat self-conscious about her big boobs 40DD. I couldn't ever recall seeing her without her wearing a heavy-duty bra, which only succeeded to create a feast for the eyes that would send people into a catatonic stare. Most often, she treated me just like her very own son:."You're k**ding?! More! I've got to know more! How'd that come about?".