I wanted to press my clit hard against the leather interior of my seat, but refrained. My clit was throbbing hard, and aching to be touched, flicked, ...icked, and sucked. My thoughts began to whirl out of control into a filthy tornado of lust until I finally reached my destination, and focused on getting my bike unloaded. I wheeled my bike to the beginning of the bike trail and swung my right leg over the seat. Anticipating a wonderful sensation, I lowered my ass slowly to the seat and pressed. I stood over him and stripped. I was so elated that I put my foot on his chest and struck a double bicep pose as if there was a crowd or a photographer present. Now for the best part, I thought; I kneeled down next to him and pulled off his shirt and his shorts. It was my turn to be awed. Who would have guessed that my brother was hung like a horse? I had read that an average cock was about five and a half inches. Matt's had to be at least eight. I hoped I hadn't bitten off more than I could. I certainly didn't think it was at all fair because I was a newcomer and was not sure of the rules and regulations for females as yet. It seemed to me that the husbands were the ones who should be getting punished for taking advantage of me in my giddy state after Tootoo finished with me. I didn't know their names but their cocks made a lasting impression. Poor Tootoo looked crestfallen and apologetic and I guess he was thinking maybe he didn't do such a good job sticking it to me after. Constance had moved out of her standard pod and into the huge triple-decker that she had designed. It incorporated features from several American mansions including an open library with a second story balcony across the foyer from a two-story conservatory with murals of gardens, sculptures and a small stage next to a grand piano. A grand staircase led from the foyer to the adult quarters upstairs that had sitting rooms between the common hall and the bedchambers."You need to expand my old pod.