But, as much as I really hated to admit it, even though I felt myself in love with my brother and truly knew that I was, a piece of me so wanted to do...more with Missy. Why? I truly did not know. I just felt I had to explore other options. Was that wrong? In my mind it was, but my mind was also telling me to keep on pursuing whatever was going to happen with Missy. Part of me wanted to push Missy away as she kissed me and another part of me was saying to go on with it. I had the devil on one. In an uncontrollable motion, she began flinging her arms about the mattress and was moaning in the forbidden lust of extramarital sex. These strange new sensations were certainly different and taboo. This was certainly nothing like she was accustomed to with her husband, dare she think better in every fulfilling way a woman should feel.As he lifted up from her pussy his face was streaked with a mixture of cum and saliva. His face slick with her juices, he moved back up her body to kiss her. She. Her head was tilted backward and her moans could not stop.I wanted to go down and kiss her navel but she asked (almost commanded) to stop and came over me. She started kissing my neck and removed my shorts and tee shirt within seconds. I was just in my underwear. She went on to kiss my nipples, licked them and kissed my penis from above the cloth.I was hard as hell and was waiting for her to remove my underwear and touch my penis. But she went below and kissed my legs. She was making me wait. I could barely see out my tear stained eyes and was in no position to fight my assailants as the drag me across the floor and d****d me over the leather ottoman. My mind was still reeling and trying to make sense of what was happening to me. I thought that they was going to take a belt or something and spank or strike me across the buttocks. I think it was Charlie that sat down over my upper shoulders and neck forcing my head to bend down below the top of the ottoman. Fingers and hands.