Since I didn't know them at all well, I had to be careful, but I wanted to find out if they'd like to have a threesome. I've been involved in threesom...s now for about four years and I love them. There's something terrific about seeing the pride and excitement in a man as he shows his wife to another man, and I have yet to meet a lady who didn't enjoy two dicks instead of one.Then an idea hit me. I decided to call their room and invite them to join me in the lounge for drinks later that night. I. .ugh. There were painfully few items he would be comfortablewearing in here.The next bag wasn't any better. It mostly contained hosiery and socks. Atleast the socks were normal. Then again, how do you even make a sexysock, he mused. There were also tights in various colors and thicknesses,kneehighs, thighhighs, god know what else. There was even some blackstrappy thing, a girdle? Fuming, he threw the whole bunch of silk andnylon into his dresser. He peeked into the last bag. Dresses, it. While passing Chris’s room she heard the unmistakable sounds of loud porn on headphones. She figured she would pop in to give him a little scare. She told herself it was just to teach him that he wasn’t fooling anyone with those headphones when he turned it up that loud but deep inside she also knew she wanted a look at that cock. She had fantasized about her brother’s cock ever since two summers ago when she saw the unmistakable huge bulge in his shorts when their family went swimming and. My hips slowed as I sensed Steve was close to coming. I didn’t want to end it before he had a chance to look in my eyes. I wanted to give him a final chance, to test him a final time. I let our eyes connect wanting him to see my pain, wanting him to understand. If he could see it, see my pain, then perhaps anything was possible; even “us”? Yet he was oblivious? Perhaps this is the nature of men when they are having sex, they don’t see the woman’s pain? I don’t know? I was lost in my own obtuse.