His had cupped my right breasts and began massaging it. This alone was sending shivers through my body but then his fingers began pinching and teasing...my nipples. I inhaled deeply as I enjoyed the sensation. “But you need to be breathing from here,” Francis continued saying as he started working on my other breast. Francis stood up again and sat in front of my husband as he demonstrated the next post. “This is called the lunge pose,” Francis said and he stretched one leg back and placed his. Bruce handed me my T-shirt. I sat up to put it on. I then scooted around so I could watch the show while sitting on the floor. I realized the hardwood floor was quite cold against my bare bottom. I was still so warm that it felt good to me. Bruce sat beside me and put an arm around me. He whispered, “God, my sister’s got beautiful tits.” As we saw Donny’s robe open to reveal his peter, I whispered, “God, my brother’s got the biggest peter I’ve ever seen.” “It is kind of big,” Bruce. It seemed with our appeal towards each other, it extended out onto them, which made the whole thing sexier.'You better treat my BFFF, and your moms right, boys. If you mistreat us, we might bite these dicks off, so worship us. We accept that you're in incestuous relationships with your moms, so be good to us. It’s alright; you're dealing with the thrills of getting blown, so we won't bust on you not looking at us, let us suck your johnsons, and make you cum. Are you going to shoot your loads. Then I told her at least I pretend to be…hahahahaha. She just gave me a semi angry stare that looks really cute. I guess she was trying to be funny too. So before the food arrives, we do not feel the tension anymore.After dinner she suggested that we go bar hopping. Well, in Angelse City bar hopping means Go Go Bars. I never went to a strip club with a girl before but since I see she is pretty cool about it, I agreed. While in the clubs we drank beers – San Miguel Light. We kept comparing which.