I look around and see that my glass didlo had fell on the floor.I get my toys together, head to the bathroom to give them the proper cleaning. I get ...yself cleaned up and get dressed. Going up stairs, I hear that noise again. I looked around, but didn't see anything. Once upstairs, I get things together for my daily running. I leave for a few hours.When I get home, I look around to see my little brother and his friend watching a movie in his room. My brother is just a few yrs younger than. You really had to wonder how the hell he did it for so long.Four seperate girls all at the same time within a three year time span. None of them even found out until after he died, when they all met up pregnant during the funeral.Amazing how the bastard worked. You wished you had the same luck with women. Maybe not the same luck that got him killed though.It was the strangest thing, really. One night after he was fucking your biological mother, shooting fifty CC's of baby batter into her. I rubbed my fingers along my slit before slipping two inside me. I started to move up and down. As I increased my rhythm my husband reached for one of the shopping bags from the adult store. He took out a box and opened it, taking out a dildo and tossing it on the bed in front of me."Use that slut. I want to see you fuck yourself real good."I picked up the dildo. I had never held one before. I placed it between my legs and inserted it in to my cunt. I worked it up and down getting faster and. She finger-tipped it, and started speaking.As she was speaking about her daughter’s exam, she slowly started to place her hand fully on the bulge. She is not giving pressure but feeling it, her voice was abnormal, my penis slowly started to rise, she kept on looking it. I folded the newspaper, and slowly moved towards her, kept my hand around her head without touching.I touched my body with her lightly, she too came close a little bit, I slowly placed my finger tips on her shoulder, she started.