My boyfriend complained that repeatedly counting to seven disrupted his concentration and personal pleasure. I sulked; he sulked; then he became my ex...boyfriend.It was the Monday after we made our split formal that Jan wanted to tell me about this thing, 'bukkake'.'Yeah, right,' I said.He claimed it was the latest thing. Everyone's doing it, he said (I don't think he included his wife). Certainly I wasn't.Before he stood he gave me a sheet of paper with a name and phone number as well as a few. But Ron," he was flustered by now. "I respect you too much to do something like that. Besides, your dad would kill me!!" Respect!" She yelled at him. "Is that the best excuse you can come up with. I don't want your fucking respect you stupid carrot top. I want your cock in my pussy! Now are you going to be man enough to do that for me, or do I have to look somewhere else for satisfaction?" Bu... but... but Ronnie," he stammered. "We can't just do something like that. We're too young." Fine Mr.. “You sure do like my tits don’t you?” I say laughing “I cannot help myself, they’re perfect” Wyatt says once again saying all the right things to make me wet.“Well then I think you are really going to like what is coming next.” I say as I give my naked brother a piggyback ride up the stairs. With every step I take I feel Wyatt’s hard cock rubbing up and down my back, his hand continue to refuse to let go of my tits. Soon we reach the top of the stairs and I turn left into Wyatt’s bedroom.I. And left for Robin and Rik.They were already waiting for me in their Leather workshop. "Sorry, men... I'm a little late. I first had to give a helping hand at the bar.", I said. "No problem, we know you like to roll up your sleeves.", said Robbin. "Talking about sleeves...", Rik joked, "Here is your Leather Denim jacket.". "Wow men, it is really beautiful. It looks exactly like a denim jacket. But with black buttons. You clearly know what I like. Thank you!". I said full of praise for their.