�The catalyst for us was mundane at best. We simply had a slow evening at work. About an hour before our evening shift was to end all the work was d...ne and unless some emergency came up we had nothing else to do but go into the deserted staff lounge and watch TV. We sat, side by side on the sofa, in the dark, with the TV’s bluish glow about us. She’d been complaining all evening that her neck hurt and now with nothing else to do, I invited her to sit on the floor in front of me and let me rub. After we broke up, I wanted to feel it again, but I couldn't find any girl that is OK with that. So I decided to start playing on my own again. So I started fingering myself again. But now my anus looked like it wants it, and was more flexible then before. I was playing day by day. When fingers were not enough I started using some deo cans like dildos, put them inside me and just leave them there, watch some transgender porn and masturbate for hours... I was watching a lot of different fetish. She could feel waves of sexual pleasure building in her, waiting to flood out.John leaned forward over the steering wheel to get a better angle, shoved a finger as deep into her cunt as he could, and began moving it in and out as fast as possible, always sure a knuckle hit on her aching clitoris. She had to admit it; her brother was awfully good at this. Then the flood gates opened. A shiver of ran down her spine as she pushed against the back of her seat, her legs stiffening while her feet. Dean slid his right thumb over and started firm round motions on her asshole.I knew from experience he wasn’t going to find much resistance after eating her ass like that. Sure enough, every so often I could see his thumb slide into her ass just a bit. He continued for a minute or so, before DeeDee winced and pushed his hand from her clit. She had reached that point where the pressure crossed from pleasure to pain.Dean pulled back and got up on his knees. He opened his jeans and pulled them.