This is not something that I’d offer just anyone, but you’re family, and you could definitely use some people in your corner. Think well on this, ...f course. It would preclude a normal marriage, if you should ever want that, at least as long as you’re doing it. Also, if you should ever tire of this, and opt to leave, go for it. We love you too much to keep you against your will. You can come and go on your own terms. You’re family and we love you without any conditions or limits, bro,” I assured. Your hands pressed hard against the table, holding yourself up, pulling my hands out of your pants, soaking, dripping wet, and rubbing them across your lips and with my tongue licking your lips before pushing my finger into your mouth and feeling you lick it and suck on it. I pull it out with a pop, and slide my tongue deep into your mouth, tasting all of you, and pushing your pants down off of you, watching you step out of them as I pull your panties off of you, holding them in my hand,. My brother offered me a mocking smile. “Uh-huh, so what’s wrong with your pants then?” he asked, pointing at my distended crotch. I looked down and noticed a large snail trail covering my groin area. Brandy had left her mark. I was speechless. Mongobear continued to giggle. “I think he’s got a boner,” she whispered into my brother’s ear. The Mongoloid’s observations were correct. I most certainly did have an erection and, despite the fact that. I'm not that crazy... But I'd like to have pictures of myself, like those! Not published in a magazine! But just -- y'know, to have them. Hey, I'm not going to look like this forever. Not for very long, even! Big-busted girls like me, pretty soon they've got these things hanging down to their navel. It would be kind-of neat, you know?... To have a set of really outrageous pictures? Something to look at, twenty, thirty years from now?"Imagine! You get drunk some night at a get-together with the.