Your left hand. Only use your left hand, Bethany," he directed.My left hand took hold of his erection, my fingers just barely reaching around the girt.... I looked at my pale hand holding onto his big, black cock. Then I squeezed ever so gently. I could feel his life's blood pumping through it. "You can't believe that I fit all of that inside you, can you?" he murmured."No," I whispered. "I can't believe it.I began to stroke slowly-- to pump it up and down. "I see you like my cock. You must or. But I forced myself to remember that I had to give hertime, that she would have to tell me. Even without the ring, I wouldn'thave been able to force her to confide her troubles in me. Maybe it wasthat she didn't trust me. Maybe it was simply that she needed time.Curiosity and worry nibbled at my insides like insidious little mice, butI had to throw them the cheese of patience and tell them to wait a littlelonger.Ok, maybe that metaphor was a little silly.There was another issue, however. I was. She went to the wash basin and started washing I was away from her.She: come here and see how I do. She calledI immediately went and stood behind her my manhood is already awake and stood straight.When I went behind her it touched her ass gap and she gave a jerk.Me: what happenedShe: smiling. NothingMe: is it fine I stay here and watch (pressing my dick a bit deepShe: nodded yes and continued washingMe: want me to help you, saying this caught her hands from behind and pressed my dick deeperShe:. I had planned to fix everybody some breakfast. We went in through the Pantry/Mud Room door, quietly of course, in case John and Nancy weren’t up, yet.Carol stopped walking, and told me to shush a minute, like there was something she was trying to hear. Then I heard it as well. The sounds of lovemaking -- no ... the sounds of raucous sex, were coming from the other side of the ‘inside’ pantry entrance.Carol peaked through the slats of the door, and saw our sister, Nancy on her back on the.