He always seemed to attract the same kind of women. Trashy. Stacy always wondered what he saw in those girls. It was obvious what the girls saw in him... but why did he always pick the whores?It only took a few minutes to make the tea, and just as Stacy was about to head back upstairs to her bedroom she heard the kitchen door open. She panicked for a second before she realized that it was just the very brother that she had been thinking about. Of course, when was she not thinking about him these. I couldn't help myself." I giggled, and felt him relax slightly.His hand was still in my hair, and he took advantage to tilt my head a bit and press a kiss to my ear. I cocked my head further, encouraging him, then sucked in a breath when he took the hint and captured my earlobe between his lips. I clenched my fists, reflexively, and wiggled slightly in his lap, only to encounter a firm lump that I was bumping up against. He gasped at the same time that I groaned, suddenly insanely turned on. I. I had dressed myself in snug-fitting designer jeans and a sparkly,pearlescent white tube top, finishing off with four-inch pumps. I haddone my makeup and hair quite a bit more pronounced than usual for me,then spritzed myself with Shalimar. I knew Alan liked this casual-sexylook on me. In truth, I did it because I felt like it - the thought ofwhat I had planned had me in an advanced state of arousal - and as a set-up for what was to come. I had flitted around my husband randomly for thepast. I stood for a few seconds my cock throbbing and twitching with excitement, it was glistening with his saliva, my balls were aching they were so full. I wanted to shoot spunk, I was desperate to shoot. I sat down and turned him round, bent him over and started to lick his arsehole, like mad. I was even hornier now and really wanted to eat him. I reached round and found his fat prick. I started to wank him, furiously, the slurping noises I was making would almost wake the dead! He then freed.