My brother didn't have any money. He had more than dad but that was because he didn't get drunk every night. Only once every weekend. And about being ... looker. For my mom every girl that occasionally wore a dress was a looker. So when he called me to tell me he would come by with his wife I didn't expect much. I would enjoy his company but wondered what to do with his wife.Yes, he had married her but not told mom and dad. He wanted my advice on how to bring it to them. So I told him to come. I drank it completely and saw her face. She was a bit relieved now. I just put back her panties and night pants. She didn’t talk anything to me.“I am not like you. I won’t deny your happiness just because you didn’t give my birthday gift,” I said.She got up and gave me a tight hug. I didn’t talk about anything else and went to sleep. I heard my sister was rolling on the bed the whole night without getting proper sleep. Finally, it was my birthday. My sister just hugged me and said, “Happy. The light given off was a soft subtle glow that still allowed you to see everything in the room.Mandy placed her glass down on the bedside cabinet, and pulled back the duvet. I climbed onto the bed beside her, and placing my left arm around her shoulders and my right hand on the top of her thigh. I leaned over and began kissing her. Mandy responded by probing my lips with the tip of her tongue, I opened my lips and let my own tongue meet hers, and Mandy then started to play with my nipples. .please claim her pussy as your own”...he raised me up with his hand on my chin and said “good boy..now guide my cock into Barbara’s pussy” I felt his rigidness in my hand as he moved closer to your wide open pussy. I took the head all covered in precum and my saliva and started to paint your pussy with it. Up and down your slit, teasing rubbing your clit then down to your asshole and back up till it was poised to enter. In one motion he impaled you, all 8" deep in your pussy. Not knowing what.