I was getting wetter by the second. They began getting tougher with my tits. Grabbing and pinching them hard. They were already red and extra firm fro... the ropes, they were also extra sensitive too. When they started slapping my tits I cried out in pain on the huge cock in my mouth. Then another surge of pain raced through me when the woman finally got her entire fist inside my pussy. She began fist fucking me hard, like she was training for a boxing match. My pussy had never been so stretched. . . . I would even BUY you special panties just toshow off to me!”“Oh Daddy I can’t tell you how happy that makes me”I open my legs really wide, Daddy’s eyes are loving the view.“I’ve been trying & trying to make you want to look at me& wondering & wondering why you don’t; I was even beginningto think you didn’t love me!”“Oh my poor, sweet tantalizing angel! If only you knew how Ilove and treasure every little square inch of you”“Centimeters Daddy . . . . I like our secret, Daddy. So now canyou. .."I whispered, "I love you too..."He was smiling, this haunting and beautiful smile. The powerful smell of my brother's cum, and the warm wet puddle on my chest filled my bedroom.I was breathing hard and deep. And it took both of us a little while to calm down.My beautiful brother just seemed to melt into me, in a tight and loving embrace. The smell of his cum was thick and it made me feel so exhilarated.He stammered, "That was - that was beautiful."I replied, "Yes - Oh God - yes..."David was. Yet, not wanting to stop the creative process, I continued writing. If nothing else, should I ever get this book published, I was now writing my sequel. Yet, being that I was a first time writer, I wanted to keep my novel more the length of a novella, 30 to 40-thousand words. Now, obviously inspired by my alone time, it was already over 80-thousand words and still growing with no end in sight. No publisher would touch a novel approaching the length of a Harry Potter book from an unpublished.