The sound of flesh on flesh was a turn on itself. I cried out “Bbbhaaiii ….. no-not so hard…. aaaaaaah”, but I didn’t want to call him bhai ...But somehow it felt right to me and to him because he started pounding harder. And here I say pounding because he was doing it loud… nothing makes good sound like wet flesh on flesh. That is when I realized that he actually wanted me and not just my female parts . He wanted his sister to love but love unconventionally and what the society would call. I sat in the shade on the bumper of the big Land Rover, parked next to our caravan, the family it belonged to had left for the same beach just after my family so I was lost in a dream-like daze, thinking about nothing in particular, as everything around was quiet.Deep into my subconsciousness I was not aware of what my hand had been doing, I had been fondling the tow-bars bulbous top, running my hand around in circles and then dropping my hand onto the shaft and moving it up and down, like a. I took more and more of him in my mouth, coating his cock with my saliva. His grip on my head tighted and eventually he took a handful of my hair. He continued to moan, play with my tits, and from time to time would give me instructions; make me suck his balls or not use my hands or to take more down my throat. He was getting more and more horny by the moment. He made me change positions so I was lying on my back, my head hanging over the end of the bed. He fed me his hot cock and thrust. "Sit there and, oh, take notes or something if you must, and read them later after I and the orchestra are gone. But shut! Up! If you even think of interrupting again I will personally come over there and shove my very large penis into your mouth and down your throat until you suffocate!" By now he was almost screaming.Poor Lawrence; he was having a very bad week.When Oliver turned back around I could see most of his blow-up had been an act. He smiled and shot us a brief wink. "All right,.