One fine day, during the winters the called me up for some help with her camera, both of us had interest in photography so used to discuss a variety ...f photography topics, I went to her house. She opened the door in a track pant and a tight shirt. I entered the house and she gave me a glass of water and got her camera, I checked it out and found that it needed some cleaning. I told her so and brought my cleaning kit, I cleaned it for her and showed it to her. She was elated by the cleaning and. . . ."Jack tried as hard as he could to tune out the rest. The only thing he could do was roll his eyes again, and think, here we go again.**********Andy Knight was genuinely a good guy. Exactly one year ago, to the day, he inherited the business establishment known as "The Roadhouse," from his uncle Harry.Granted, it was an out of the way place, Bastion, Texas, but still it was an ongoing, viable business. Instead of going to college, as his parents wanted, Andy packed up all of his belongings. I saw Julie'seyes widen in horror as she also watched the gang undressing right in frontof her face, and their huge dangling cocks that were now filling her fieldof vision.I could tell my wife was very scared as she continued to squirm franticallyagainst the ropes that held her tethered to the rock and log. Her ass andlegs were moving furiously to and fro, trying to pull away from the hordethat was now completely naked, with cocks in hand, and starting to close inaround her face.But curiously,. It certainly is! "But I can't quite cross that line yet. You're still my br0ther," she adds. She's right, and I certainly don't want to do anything we'll both regret.Although, I can't imagine ever regretting anything we would do."Sure, s*s," I say, failing to hide my disappointment. "We'll take it slow and if it's meant to happen, it will." That doesn't mean I'm going to leave you like this," she says, squeezing my rigid shaft and dropping to her knees. I stop her just as she is about to wrap.