“I can’t seem to take my eyes off these beauties.” As he spoke he squeezed and groped my heavy hangers, then grabbed my nipples between thumb an... finger and pulled gently. I closed my eyes and moaned a little as an electric tingle ripped through my body from nipple to clit. Still pumping his now fully erect 11” shaft, I said, “I’ve noticed.”Kirby smiled, and – releasing one of my boobs – he reached behind my head and pulled my face toward his engorged prick. At this point I didn’t even consider. My Favourite FantasySummertime brings long days, the sun can rise around four in the morning, and this has been a particularly stifling hot night, so to freshen myself I decided to go for a walk, there are lots of lanes that skirt around and through the village, I like best is the one that goes from behind the church to the common, it passes the rear of a row of cottages where their back garden leads onto the lane through a small gates that tend to squeak when used.I know of one particular. Brown hair down to his ears...." Carolina snapped me out of my day dream to hiss "You want my brother...dont you....admit it!"She was fascinated with this new discovery.After about 30 seconds of being embarassed and looking down at the floor I finally sputtered somthing out "yeah...I do...dont be mad, theres no way he'd go for me anyways." I know for a fact that he likes younger girls, so dont rule anything out yet. I mean your pretty too, you have beautiful long blonde hair, and sparkly blue. We strolled aft. Then to starboard or port or somewhere nautical.Eamon’s father captained a fishing boat north of Gothenburg. His mother owned the Swedish equivalent of an Irish pub. His brother, the unfortunately named Nelson Nilsson, was in prison, don’t ask. But I bet it was drugs.Eamon said he was sorry I’d be flying back to the states so soon. “I’d like to see more of you.”“I’m in 505.”“You sure?” About a tryst.“Pretty sure.”Eamon took a shower first thing. I wish more boys did that. Of.