At first, I really wasn't sure as to what he said, so I just laughed."Put your hand on my cock and I want you to get it hard for me.", Jeff said."You ...ant me to touch your cock?", I asked."You are going to stroke my cock right now or I'm gonna beat your ass.", Jeff said.I looked at him, and I could see that he wasn't laughing, and he was serious."And while you are stroking his cock, you're going to get me hard too at the same time", said Bruce sitting next to me.I looked over to my brother, and. Although his cock was cold, she experienced a brief although intense surge of pain as he ruptured her hymen and slid his manhood deep into her. She wanted to yelp out but found she was unable to do so. She bucked her hips upwards to meet his powerful thrust then instinctively wrapped her satiny legs around him to hold him in her.In the Incubus now waited for just a moment before grabbing her thighs and thrusting hard and deep, burying the length of cock inside her. Again she wanted to yelp. We spoke as if we know each other for so long. The time went like that as we were talking there. Likewise, we spoke for almost 2 hours.Then we felt like we should leave and go to some restaurant. She then said, “Let’s go in my car,” to which I agreed happily. I paid the bill. We both came outside the cafe and walked towards her car. She had asked me to drive. I took the keys from her. We both got into the car and moved from there.We decided to go to a restaurant which was almost on the. She sat down on the couch and unfastened her French braid. Nervously, she combed her hair out and re-braided it. She tried to ignore how her nipples rose and fell with the combing of her hair. They were like manometers; telegraphing every move she made.The wood floors were fifty years old. They may have been old, but they always looked brand new in the sense that they always looked clean and recently finished with tongue oil. They also functioned like a public address system. She could hear.