As she walked up the stairs to dump her bag in her room, she heard the noises coming from Gregs room, and decided to have a quiet peek. She was amazed...at what she saw. She had always thought her brother was fit, and often wondered what it would be like to suck on his hard cock. She was then even more amazed when she heard him cry out "oh yeah, thats right, suck me Freya". This then gave her the courage to grasp the opportunity in front of her. She slowly opened the door, and as it creaked, Greg. Thoughts of men, objects, demons flashed through her collapsing mind in seconds as her body went rigid and a rippling wave of orgasm brought her to the heights of release only to let her crash down again as it passed. She lay there panting hard. And still the tongue lapped on. She now knew better than to relax. She allowed her body to do as it wished. She no longer wanted to control it. It wasn't a part of her. Her mind was now the centre of all her pleasure.She moaned slightly as he lost. Victor had been very busy during three days and finally we were boarding a plane to fly back home…While sitting on the plane I asked a blanket and received one and a pillow. Victor’s seat was in the aisle and I was on the middle. We had to get up to allow a man go through us, to his window seat. He was a black man, really huge, much bigger than my husband. Sitting in between them, I had no room to move.The plane took off, for a nice four hours night flight. It was dark in the cabin except for a. The legs were thin and her gait... Yeah, pigeon-toed. When the pair pulled up in front of him, he confirmed it; the confident chick in the pants stood almost duck-foot, while the nervous one's narrow knees rubbed each other. There was no question which one knew her way around a bed and which one didn't. The nervous one mumbled, "This looks kind of rough..." while the confident one merely cocked an eyebrow and quirked her lips.Pete addressed the concern. "Well, it's kind of like a train wreck;.