Well, it’s an odd mix of shame and desire. I realize he thinks of me as exotic, something he longs to be, but neither of his wives, or my mother or ...ister, nor him got an ounce of. The LAST word I would use to describe my brother is ‘exotic.’ Let’s put it this way, if there was a television sports show called ‘Extreme Hair Styling: The Preppie Way ‘ my brother would be the winning contestant each week. My brother is the kind of man who irons his underwear and starches his undershirts. I am a. I can't help but feel horny when I log onto this site. There is just something, like a magnetic force that pulls my hand towards my pussy. As I sit here, reading, I slowly begin to tease myself. I always start off playing with my nipples, getting them hard. Then I slowly move down. I am already wet with anticipation. I start touching myself, avoiding my sensitive clit. I continue reading, the story getting hotter and hotter, and more sexual by the second. I finally relive my clit, and I gently. .. and I just sat down and watched. The sitting room door was partially open and I could see everything.” “You watched them fucking?” Karl asked. Neil nodded. “Oh yes,” he replied, “He had quite a big one and he really gave it to her. Not as big as yours, but big all the same.” “Weren’t you jealous?” “I... I was a bit, but... seeing them together really turned me on,” Neil told him. “He was fucking her from behind and I could see his cock going in and out of her and she... she was biting. You turned to me.She turned slightly and lifted his leg, putting it on the edge. You could feel my mind as I look at you THERE. Your bezstydstvo excited you. You even wider bred roses and petals of its groaning sank a finger.Your movements are fascinating. You flex like a cat, manish to yourself and you can not resist. You hear as I stepped to you. As my hands began to slide on your body, caressing him. How you been waiting for this. In place of your hand comes my ..... It is immersed in you..