I loved being looked at. I loved looking at my broth- ... no, just at a cock. I loved looking at cock.The familiar feeling of an orgasm began to appro...ch, and I slowed down. I couldn’t cum, not yet. My brother had to cum first - that’s why we were here, after all. That was the purpose of tonight. That was my purpose in being here. My purpose was to make my brother cum.Even though I slowed my stimulation down, the situation was so uniquely erotic, I couldn’t help but get more and more aroused. I. Diana wanted to examine the strap on. She had never seen one and now ideas of using it on Dan - and Lisa! - were flooding her head. Dan admitted the experience did really turn him on and that playing with the three of them together was even better than he could have anticipated. They agreed that if anything bothered any of them that they would let the others know, otherwise everyone was free to experiment.The three lay around for another half hour, talking and occasionally necking and feeling a. Icircled my full breasts and combed my hair, stroked my eyelashes andcurved my brows, then I returned to my cock - still jutting proud infront of my new shape. With my left hand I cupped my balls, with theright I clasped my cock the way I had done so many times before. Itresponded to the touch with a pulse, like I was about to cum, my ballssquirmed in their sack and the more I stroked my cock the smaller itbecame. As gently as I caressed my balls, they pulled from my touch andvanished inside.I. We all sat and drank that bottle, along with three more, in the theater room. We were all pretty gone when Amy suggested that we play truth or dare. What the hell, we figured. No harm in a game. So we sat on two sofas, Amy and I on one, and Jessie and Mike on one other. “I’ll go first,” Amy started as she poured another glass of wine. “Mike, I d-dare you to take your clothes off and give me a lap dance.” She took our universal remote and turned the music up. As Mike got up and walked over to.