"Who fucked you?" I asked harshly. "I'll kill him!"She looked shocked, but then smiled. "Nobody fucked me," she said seriously. "I'm a virgin. I can't...believe my little brother is jealous." I'm not jealous," I said. I was relieved, not jealous, right?"Yes you are and it makes me want to let you fuck me even more. I know it will be fantastic when you do. And it will be you who takes my cherry, Bobby. I promise you that. But not now. Maybe in a few years. I owe you that." You don't owe me. He was now fucking his own ass with 3 or 4 fingers everyday for his interwebz followers.Each week a bigger dildo would show up and horny people worldwide would watch each day as Mikey worked hard to get more up his tight hole. Every day he would get just a bit more before filling his jock strap with his young load. By the end of each week he would finally get the whole rubber cock balls deep only for there to be a new large fake cock waiting for him the next day.This week's dildo was a massive. This was a more sensual rising. It felt more natural. It was true sexual yearning at its best and he was experiencing it for the first time.Slowly, Amelia felt her son’s hand begin to massage her small mound. Her nipple’s firmness flicked against the palm of his hand as he slowly circled over her small perkiness. As Scotty squeezed gently with his fingers, a moan escaped her mouth. It was a long sensual escaping tone that felt wonderful as it left her body. Amelia closed her eyes and fell into. Then when I was helping mom go through her things, I found it. In an old recipe book, with the writing almost faded.” “So what’s so different about it?” Lawrence stroked Kimmie’s bare shoulder. “It’s got the usual ingredients – bourbon, brandy, cream, plus a few extra. Let’s see, ginseng, catuaba, sarsaparilla, horny goat weed … And you’ve got to incant and stir it a special way as you brew it. It says so in the recipe.” “You did all that?” Kimmie stared in awe at her glass’s contents. “You.