” “What do I need to do to calm it down?” “Come on doc, you must have a few ideas.” “Well, maybe I’ll call nurse Ratchet I mean Nurse El...zabeth.” “Oh come on doc, that’s torture, not a cure.” “There is no cure that I know of.” “Yes you do.” “It’s illegal.” “I don’t see a judge or law enforcement officer.” “Never tell anyone.” “My lips are sealed.” She was already holding the dick by that point with one gloved hand; she stroked it a few times. She removed her hand and took off both gloves and. “Hey sis,” he laughed as I jumped out of my skin. “What are you doing?” I asked as my heart thudded in my chest. “I just thought I’d come and see what you’re doing.” He replied, “Is there a crime against that?” “Fine,” I responded with a stiff tone. He sat up next to me and watched as the next round started. I felt pressured to play really good as my older stepbrother was watching me. Thankfully, it was all paying off and he kept muttering things to me when I did something good. For some. She is a sprinter, I am a distance runner. We sit in silence a few more minutes.She finally breaks. "I can't wait anymore, fuck it." She says. She undoes her seat belt and dives over the center console, getting on top of me. She kisses me. I undo my seat belt as well and recline in the passenger seat of the car. The sun had set. It was dark. I take off her sports bra, letting the two toned beauties emerge. B Breasts, perfect about for me. I break our kiss and peck at her ears and neck, giving. Within 30 minutes we pulled up in front of the house. [before I go any further, may I suggest you read my other swinging stories. That way you'll be able to keep up without my being repetitious]The owners of the club were an older couple, Jim and Phyllis. Jim himself was disabled, having but one arm. He'd lost his left arm in his teens in a farming accident, but learned to overcome. he now also suffered from Parkinson's so stayed home with the club. His wife, Phyllis, drove semi-tractor.