I see a semi naked gay boy in an oversized oxford shirt trying to pee straight. I see a face very much like mine except for the smeared mascara and a ...ried white substance on a cheek. I see black hair cropped short in some places but long in others. All of that melts away when I look into those eyes. My entire known existence vanishes away in the blink of those eyes. I love seeing those long lashes and realizing they're mine. Beneath the mascara I see the eyes of the true believer. I see. I read the description for the scene and it was quite interesting. I flipped pages and noticed that the intimacy between them advances over each scene. I saw a drawing where the heroine is in saree sitting on a sofa watching TV.The hero is lying on her lap facing on her hip. In another drawing, the hero plucks the heroine’s remote. The heroine’s boobs brush the hero’s face in remote grab fight. By seeing the drawing and reading the scene, I become so excited and enjoyed the scene’s. I was not sure what I was going to do with all of this, but I needed to find out. My brother had just told me that he would fuck me. I knew that somewhere inside of me, I wanted to do it. I wanted to share with my brother what I had been sharing with my daddy for the past couple of weeks, but what if daddy would get angry.I was in love with my daddy, and I did not want to ruin that, just because I am curious. I knew that it was something that I needed to discuss with him, but I did not know how. “L-look at me…” Sophie said, panting softly as she stared down at him, hopeful and expectant.He looked up at her with those beautiful eyes, she saw the awkwardness and the embarrassment in his gaze, she smirked some and felt her heavy smooth balls tighten against her.She gasped some, maintaining her eye contact with her younger brother as she came, her thick cock hard and pulsing between her fingers as her thick sticky cum shot out in ropes into what she was holding in her other hand.Ryan.