I agreed, or thought I was agreeing as I leaned almost asleep against him. When we arrived home a few minutes later, Gordon quickly helped me upstairs...and into the bathroom. We stripped off our sweaty, semen-stained clothes, and he mostly carried me into the shower because I could barely stand up by myself. There was a lot of touching, and I could see my brother was getting excited again along with me, so I grabbed hold of his stiff cock. Gordon pushed my hand away and cautioned me we needed to. A husband being man-handled by hiswife.I was angry of course, but I was also just confused. I didn't reallyunderstand why she was suddenly so intent on seeing me arm-wrestle ateenage girl.Finally Fran broke the silence, "I'm sorry Julian, I shouldn't havethrown you across the room. But you will arm-wrestle Bethany."I looked at the girl across the table. She was smiling again now,obviously enjoying my humiliation. Suddenly, I wanted to beat her.Ridiculous I know, but I was livid at everyone.. Christy reached her arm up as she was drinking the nectar from mom’s love canal, and she started pulling and twisting mom’s rigid nipples, mom was now moaning loudly. But then Christy stopped and sat up. Mom’s body was on auto pilot, she was involuntarily still humping the air. She moaned in frustration. “Okay lover, I also need to be pleasured so we will get into a position so that we can pleasure each other at the same time, I’m sure that you’ve done this many times with your hubby. But. To my considerable unease, far from being delighted that his professed dream could come true, my lover Tony had been strange and distant. Instead of moving straight into his apartment, falling into his welcoming arms and then into his bed as I had imagined, we had not been together at all since Pete had walked out.It wasn’t Tony’s fault; his daughter had come home, he had told me. She was staying in his apartment while she recovered from boyfriend trouble and might be there all week. Obviously,.