That he missed a golden opportunity to remind you of the perks of married life." She didn't answer. At first. After an awkward pause, too long for wha... followed to have any credibility, she asked, "How do you know he didn't?" "Okay. Well, you know, I understand how this sounds, lifelong bachelor that I am. And I'm sure things change over time, after kids and so on. But I can't help thinking that if it were me, your knees would be wobbly, your hair an absolute mess, and you'd have the kind of. The beds were doubles, and I looked at both brother and sister and asked what they thought, "Can I bunk with you", she asked me, and I just knew, even after all this time, the old feelings were going to be revisited?Bedding arrangement made, her brother had decided to go walkabouts and we relaxed in our room. I uncorked the wine and poured two large glasses, and we sat facing each other with our feet sharing a cushioned foot stool, the soles of our feet touching."We use to do this with each. "And where do you think you're going?" I turned and he was standing with two glasses of white wine in his hands. I walked over and took one of the glasses. "I'm not much of a romantic." I said trying to smile. He kissed me. I stepped back. "Where the hell is Jenny?" He rolled his eyes. "She's out. Probably cheating on me... again." He downed his drink and I downed mine and we put down the glasses.I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Who would want to cheat on you?" He kissed me hard and we fell. He was rocking back and forth with increasingly longer strokes. She was being violated, abused, but she couldn't resist the need to feel the cock. She shifted her hands higher on her breasts and moved her thumbs together on top of the sliding cock.Steve suddenly stood up and returned to his chair. Kimberly continued to press her tits together, now squeezing them, eyes closed and lost in a sensual daze. Without knowing it, she was aroused and missed the feeling of the cock."Kim," Steve said.