After consoling her a bit, I gathered all courage and told her that even I was interested in her sexually. ‘What?’ You are my brother.This time sh... was shocked. But I gathered all my courage and grabbed her- if you can fuck ten men then you can fuck your brother too. I grabbed her boobs- she blurted out loud no. But I continued.Please, Didi, let me fuck you. I had pinned her on the bed. She continued to protest but I had managed to lift her nightie up to her thighs. I was seeing the creamy. . too much should be just right.In this case, “some” was their finger, “more” was his finger, and “too much” ... well, isn’t it obvious to you too?Had Chuck known what each girl was thinking, he quite likely could have gotten his prick in them that night. His machinations got them very hot, but did not bring the kind of relief they just knew was waiting for them ... somewhere ... just over the horizon.Chuck, however, was a bit distracted, by two girls trying to teach him how to properly. She said Henry had always blamed himself for not paying attention but it was determined at the inquest into the children’s deaths, that the new tractor had a brake disorder and there was nothing Henry could have done about that. “Despite that he continued to blame himself” Marie lamented “and he never quite got over it, he was never the same man again, definitely not the man I married, he lost all zest for life and everything. I sorely missed the tender loving care he had once given me – and I. Switching to high-speed, I teased its most sensitive frenulum - the umbrella-like lip and patch of skin under the tumescent glans-head - until he ejaculated ropes of warm sperm in an arc coating both our experienced hands. My sorority sister and I impulsively and tenderly kissed his still-erect bulbous glans and then each other’s lips sharing the residue of his semen over our excited tongues. Thank you for the letting me recount the memory of my sorority sister's son. If you enjoyed my memories.