I hope that they see me as a woman with more than than just arse and tits.Ok, I have to admit, that there have been several guys who have asked me to ...o and have some drinks with them, but I have turned them down. I’m married and don’t want to cheat on my husband. Not even though he does that to me. I try to be good wife for him even if he doesn’t fancy me anymore. He earns a good salary from his job and as I don’t have a job, we pay all the bills from his salary. This make him feel, that he. “Very good, Camilo. Now you may drink.”* * * * *It was almost 48 hours later and Camilo awoke to his phone ringing on the coffee table. He'd been scheduled to work that day, but his unusual, persistent thirst and general malaise implied he was coming down with something. It had been an easy decision to call out sick. He shook off the grogginess, muted his TV and answered the call.“Hello?”“Hey, Camilo. How you doing?”His heart skipped a beat. He was starting to think he wasn't going to hear from. "God Cynthia, you're quite a girl, tight arse, big tits and this lovely hard cock," he groaned, "You're everything a guy could want, my fucking sissy slut of a sister."I knew that with the extra attention of my brother wanking my cock even as he fucked me it wouldn't be long before I went right over the edge."Oh, oh, ooo, God, baby, keep jerking me, your going to make my little girly cock cum," I yelled out."Fuck, slut, that's it, cum for me," he said, "I want to see you cover your girly. As he headed for bed Nathan got light headed for a moment as he bent over to pull his boots free.He straightened up and tried to regain his balance. After a moment the wave of dizziness passed and so he was able to pull off his boots.While he was pulling off his shirt over head his chest again felt tender in the area where the boy had hit him. He was surprised to see that it was bruised where he was hit.Tired and confused he tried to use some white magic to heal it, but the pain didn't go away.