I work his head good and long sucking with my mouth to his pubic hair. The scent fucking turns me on. His long cock touches the back of my throat.I he...r a sound and turn and a stocky athletic white guy has a huge cock tenting his Nike running pants. He’s probably 40-45.I continue sucking the black guy when suddenly he moans and pulls back. I hear him say he wasn’t ready to cum. I was disappointed and know guys will do that sometimes though. They work up a load over time. And some eager hungry. The other was a man who I hated as soon as I came near him. I could 'taste' his desire to hurt someone and his self centered feeling that only he mattered.Before we bargained I had to get rid of the man I hated so I could 'taste' the Baron while we were bargaining. His sour 'flavor' overlaid everything else. Pointing to the man, I told the Baron that he had to die or there would be no deal. He threatened the hostages if I killed any more of his men. I told him if any of the hostages were hurt. . it's been too long. I haven't seen you since Mr. Juliana's funeral, may he rest in peace." Mr. Landau," Carol replied, getting up from the couch and handing her cappuccino to Harry, "you're looking wonderful." She went and hugged him.Carmine Landau was tall, at least 6' 2", and stooped over even at that height. So thin he appeared emaciated, nonetheless his pants, shirt and vest fit him perfectly. His bald head caught the light, as did the glasses perched on the end of his nose and his grey. I just wish he looked at me the way I looked at him.I am in love with my own brother. Yes, I know also that I am not supposed to be. Yet, every time I see him, I get all flustered inside. Not to mention, instantly wet. Yes, my brother makes me wet. I don’t even have to touch what is between my legs when I see him. My panties are immediately soaked.God, how I would love to tell him I want him to fuck me!That will never happen though. My best friend, Missy, dates him and I could never betray her..