After a time, they decided to continue the wrestling matches. I was completely naked and wrestling with them as clothing came off was the most unbelie...able thing I'd ever done.Eventually all clothing was off. They let me win every match, though not easily. As we wrestled and our skin rubbed, I was in heaven.They let me kiss their breasts and suck their nipples. They let me touch them in their hair, but only superficially.Finally, they wanted to watch me come. I laid on my back and they took. Like I thought I knew what I wanted, and it wore a leather jacket and smelled like engine-oil and booze, and rode motorcycles with a devil-may-care attitude, and bent me over those motorcycles and fucked me with that same devil-may-care attitude. But now it all just seems a little… adolescent. Small. Ethan, me, all of it. So when he held on to my wrist with that shark-tooth grin, all fucking drunk and stanky, not letting me go until he got what he wanted.. I think I wanted to feel that again. I. Your tits bounce as I slap them together . I know you are fingering yourself , can tell by the gasps coming from you or is it you gagging on my rampant cock .. c'mon , swallow me , take my cock down your throat , finger yourself , nip your clit , cum for me , squirt for me …... As I throw my head back in pure ecstasy I notice the letter box is open , letters on the floor , The fucking postman . He's watching , the dirty bastard . Right , so I am gong to give him a show , watch you being used ,. “Holy shit, look at you two!” said a new voice. “Brian, you’re fucking your own sister!”Brian leapt from the bed, and turned to see one of his best friends, Pete, standing in the doorway with a big, shit eating grin on his face. He also had his camera with him and was taking pictures of them.“What are you doing here?” Brian asked, but then he remembered that he’d invited Pete over after practice had been canceled.“Don’t stop on my account!” Pete grinned. “Go ahead and finish, or I’ll tell.