The evening would begin with a succulent dinner of pork tenderloin in a rosemary-ginger marinade, tiny spears of young asparagus and roasted new potat...es, with raspberry sorbet for dessert. Nothing too heavy, as neither he nor Peggy should feel overly full, not with the activities that awaited them. After the meal was consumed, the day’s events discussed, the dishes done, and the children tucked into bed...the delicate dance would commence. First he’d instruct Peggy to prepare for the. 'How long have you been standing there', I asked, my arm protectively across my budding breasts, and my other hand covering the curvature of my pubic mound, a stance that made me look as if I was desperate for a pee and scared out of my wits.Seeing my little brother all grown-up in such a fashion caused my other affliction to kick-in, my curiosity and fascination with the male penis, and here was one in front of me, in the family home.'Where have Mum and Dad gone', I queried, suddenly aware of. It might be a simple note for more fun and games without a watcher. It might be far more sinister.Peter knew that someone was watching him. It wasn't that unusual. Normally it was a jealous lover. Now he wasn't so sure. He could just feel it. So he kept careful watch on his room. He had gotten a note from his Polish lover. Her escort from the embassy had been with her. Sometimes he had joined the two of them. This time he had not. Later he would look at her note. She was still young enough that. .and I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Even as my head protested the submission, I felt my legs moving towards him and his cock. Reaching the stall, he said, "They always crumble when they get a close look at a big juicy black cock." Although his words seemed absurd, as I stared at his cock, my mouth watered and I was in awe of his nine inches...it indeed looked...juicy. Standing before him, eyes locked on his cock, mesmerized by its beauty, I resisted the last moment of.