“Not with you here.”“Maybe I’ll do it myself then,” Cynthia said, causing Emily to sprint across to the settee.“No!” she exclaimed, drag...ing the laptop across and typing in some words.“You know,” I said, very slowly and deliberately. “I feel sorry for George.”Both Cynthia and Emily looked up, and I saw that both got my drift. “What George doesn’t know he can’t worry about, can he?” my wife said.There was silence before Emily breathed, “I’d like to keep it that way. You do understand that?”I. Ok that's my background, now on with my story.It was my fault really I suppose, I mean there was no guarantee it would work but I had to try it. I should start at the beginning, really I suppose. The week had started off well; since my brother had received the ok from my parents to have me the little devil was rampant. I say he received permission from my parents, he had the ok from me too; but, to be honest, I was hardly in a position to refuse extra help with my problem.After our first time. He didn't back away. I moved gently against him, with an action that could be passed off as the motion of the train. After a short while, I was rewarded by feeling him start to harden - his cock pressed between the cheeks of my rather delicious arse. Doing this, with a complete stranger, on a packed train and with so many people pressed around me was making me feel very turned on. I could feel my heat deep inside me. I was beginning to breathe harder as I worked my arse more and more. He was. Especially when she started rubbing the front of his pants. I described how the lump in his pants just kept getting bigger and bigger until he was begging her to undo his pants and take it out. I described how I tried to not to watch anymore, but I couldn't help it."Ain't nothing to be ashamed of. I would have looked to if I had a sister." Gary said."Yeah, but something really bad happened when she started unzipping his pants and stuff." I said."What happened?" gary asked."I started getting.