They were all dressed exactly the same, black suits, white shirts, and red ties. Just like your pants, their genitals were exposed. Black socks and bl...ck oxford shoes were on their feet. The bartender said it was a very simple job, I take orders for drinks from the men, give the order to the bartender, he fills it, and then I serve the men the drinks they ordered. It sounded easy enough. My condition suddenly dawned on me, 'Naked?' I asked. 'Of course naked, ' he answered, as if I asked the. He knows a lot of magic and isdestined to be the most powerful witch, along with my help of course.Lots of evil wizards tried to get him. Wyatt knows this neat trick wherehe can be in a bubble when someone attacks him. No one could penetratethe bubble. He just could make faces and cast spells that destroyed thedemons from inside the bubble. Wyatt was a good brother, but he was bossysometimes.This story or event in my life starts when I was 11 and Wyatt was 13. Hewas busy in magic school reading. As I removed her clothing, her smiles and giggles became contagious. We ended up laughing in harmony, naked in each other’s arms. It was a moment I wished had endured.We were so giddy we were like children. Not unexpected for a girl who writes children’s books. I stole quick kisses to her soft lips as we laughed. I quickly kissed my way down her neck, to her breasts and circled her navel with my tongue. As I made my way down, I stopped.“Bless us oh Lord and these thy gifts which we are about to. I slowly push in deeper and deeper until my balls are pressed tightly against you. I love how you reach under and massage them gently. I slide outward just as slowly, almost all the way, until the head appears between your lips, before sliding back into you. Long slow strokes, our bodies meld. We breathe in unison as the pleasure builds along with the pace. You raise both hands over your head, clenching the pillow as I plunge into your quivering pussy. Your body is so sexy as I look down at.