"Yeah, sure," he replied. He was laughing though, and I knew he was right.Even as Brett I hadn't been very interested in sports. I'd watch them withDa... and Austin occasionally, but I never really cared much about who wonor anything."I guess you're right," I finally conceded. "But I still thought youlooked great." You're just saying that because you're my sister," he replied. "You haveto say that."I laughed. I'd missed Austin."Look, Austin," I told him a moment later. "I'm sorry for taking so. Believability at the outset is important, then to distort, treat, magnify, alter and turn to fantasy, retains believability, challenging emotion and instinct drawing reaction to preconceptions? Like painting abstractly or creating avant-garde music, I write for imaginative expression, over rational thought, where ideas fuse to portray pictures in words. Martin Hawks (2001) * * * * * My fingers gently unbuttoned her blouse to become loose about her. Behind, I freed her breasts to lightly hold. ". I did as I was told, and she was still seated as I approached her. "Closer" she said a few times, until I was standing so close to her my penis was close to her face. "Hmmmm" she said as she closely scrutinized it. "I think I have just the thing"."Thank you! Oh thank you miss!" I blurted out from between sobs. She turned around and bent over to rummage through a drawer in a filing cabinet. Her ass stretched her tight pencil skirt to the point of bursting but my little penis was in no mood to. Then when I could no longer restrain myself I let go and at that very moment Mom cried out and shuttered a climax joining me with a wondrous display of satisfying emotion. We lay still and my cock did not slip from her throbbing cunt. I felt it start to get hard again as I closed my eyes and went to sleep. Mom's right leg was up over my right hip. I was on my side with her left leg between my legs and my hard cock was stuffed well up into her cunt. The head of my cock was pressing hard against.