I have an older brother, Jim, who at 23 is seven years older than I am which makes me 16. Jim has been married for over three years to Romie, his high...school sweetheart, and they live across the Golden Gate Bridge in Marin. I don't remember their wedding very well, but the thing I do recall, with great gusto (especially when I am alone in my room and masturbating) was Romie's wedding dress. It was pure white, like an angles clothing and cut low enough that I had the opportunity to feast my eyes. While I stood contemplating my next move and wondering if I'd get mugged for the lump of cash in my jacket pocket, a convertible pulled into the driveway and opened the garage. I walked around to the front of the open garage only to see a figure exiting the car. A young woman leapt out and headed straight for a door into the house. Too young to be Annette. Must be Joanie. She'd really grown up. I started to say something but the noise of the motor closing the garage door drown out my stuttered. I look helplessly up at him as he begins to steadily thrust his finger in and out of my vagina. I am being fingered in an elevator full of strangers, by a man twice my age. One of the strangers is watching as I struggle to keep still, to keep quiet. A second finger joins the first, and struggles to force its way into my tight pussy. I am throbbing, aching, panting with need. I didn’t want it to feel this good, but my body is betraying me.The businessman, from now on let’s call him Chris, won’t. " Has your brother ever...um, I'm not sure how to put this exactly..." Just say it, Mom. I don't mind." Has Matt ever said anything to you that would indicate that he fantasizes about you or me while he masturbates?"Even though she had tried to reassure me that she wouldn't be shocked by what I said, I could tell that she was. Her mouth dropped open and she just stared at me for quite a while."Uh...no, I can't imagine he ever has or ever would." Breanna cleared her throat. "I don't think he.