"No way ... NO ... NO ... WAAAAY little brother," I promised as I held up the two pieces, the top in my left hand, the bottoms in my right. Craig laug...ed, insisted I try it on, told me if I wanted anyone to notice me I'd better get with it, that Hawaii was the swimming suit big leagues.I was finally convinced to at least try it on. Here we were in the middle of February in snow covered New Hampshire and I'm dressing myself in two little pieces of cloth that didn't have a total of one square. I didn't sleep much last night and I'm a mess." Sure sweety," she answered. "I'll be there in an hour." Bye Mom. See you then," I hung up the phone and turned to embrace Sally."Dave, you really were going to kill yourself." It was a statement not a question."Yes I was. Do you want to meet my mom?" I asked."I don't have much choice now. My car is still at the bluff and you wouldn't be able to make it there and back in an hour," Sally said."Good point. Besides she'll like you," I replied. "Why. Her biological mother worked as a prostitute in a nearby brothel and she had an older brother that had been injured in an industrial accident and lived at home without a spouse or a girlfriend.His name was “Tommy” and she told me he had a small dick and would often crawl into her bed at night to take her doggy style from behind pretending that she was his girlfriend and not his sister.The simple truth was that I was quite sympathetic with her dreadful issues but in all honesty, I found her. ."hang on!" I looked up into the face of the guy I was sucking. His eyes were closed but there was no mistaking it. I was finally enjoying the cock I had craved from all that time ago. He opened his eyes and I swear I saw the shockwave spread across his face in recognition. “Fuck me!” “It’s you mate. How have you been?” “Shhhh!” exclaimed my wife and I realised the silence was planned. As if in an effort to maintain it, she pushed him to the ground and mounted his face. This was almost too good.