That and think about the weakness that took me down this road. What if Sue had never told me about seeing Marty’s huge cock? What if I’d never dan...ed with him, feeling it pressing against me? What if I hadn’t allowed him to kiss me like that, on New Year’s? What if I’d been strong, and rejected Sybil’s offer to come over and see the jewelry he imported? What if I hadn’t looked, if I’d left when Sybil did, if I hadn’t touched it, gripped it in my hand, rubbed it against my face, let him undress. As she came she grinded her pussy into mine making me cum too. Johnny fucked Beth slowly for a few minutes before pulling out and thrusting deep inside me.The feeling of my brother's horse cock, splitting me apart was fantastic. I came instantly and multiple times. I could feel Beth beneath me still coming too as I grinded into her.For the next few hours he fucked us back and forth Beth then me then Beth again. My god the boy ... no the man had stamina. He didn't come once. I could feel his. I swear it’s like talking to a brick wall.”I stopped. I must have missed some entry about me in my earlier skim. I thought I’d read a little further. Then thought again, I’ll go back. Here was something, January twenty-eighth. I pulled up the date on my IPhone, it was a Thursday.Here’s what she wrote, “Saw Mr. Schuster, Bob, tonight, we had coffee at the Starbucks. He said he had a young writer, a young woman with a great fiction story set in west Texas near the end of the Nineteenth Century.. Dann schrie sie ihre ganze Lust heraus als sie zu ihrem Orgasmus kam. Ein wenig streichelte sie sich noch. Langsam erholte sie sich von ihrem Orgasmus, wurde langsam aber sicher rot im Gesicht und schaute betreten an sich herab. Schnell schloss sie ihre Beine wieder. Jetzt schien sie sich doch zu schämen. „Los, zieh dich jetzt an, aber oh- ne Slip!“ Als sie aufstand, bemerkte ich, wie sie meinen Schwanz anstarrte. Mit einer Hand ergriff ich ihren Arsch und wanderte in Richtung ihrer nassen.