.. your cock's hard'. She said nervously, sounding confused to why this might be. 'Yes, Chantelle, because you're ontop of me and I'm naked.' I said, ...ike I was stating the obvious. 'This is too weird, you're meant to be my brother'. She said softly. I didn't say anything and just lay there in bliss, moving my other hand up from her ass to a perfect tit and massaging it gently. 'Come on Chantelle, it's ok'. 'Max, this is weird, you're my brother and I can feel that you're like... oh my god I'm. The old bloke had quiet a nice firm hairy body, he had two tattoos on his arm, without his cloths on he actually looked pretty fit and not to skinny. The old bloke didn't seem to be interested in me so I just stood back and watched, Bob seemed to be enjoying himself though as he sucked that b**st of a cock. The sucking went on for quiet sometime and it seemed to me that Bob wasn't really rushed at anything. While Bobs suck feast carried on a couple more blokes had joined me watching them.I. Uuhhh. Ohhh! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH! MMMMMMM!" deep in her chest. Her teeth clamped hard against the corded muscles of my neck. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling my head to her breast. Her strong legs wrapped tightly around my ass and clamped my cock deep inside her pussy as her climax rolled over her like a flood. Her head was swimming. Again, and again, her body spasmed as orgasm after orgasm, in rapid succession washed over her.I felt her cunt muscles clamp deliciously against my cock,. Fluffy white clouds hung in a clear bright sky and a bird flew overhead, making him feel depressed at the thought that for the next twenty years this was all he would ever see of the outside world. In the distance he could hear the noise of traffic as it made its way up Trinity Road to Wandsworth Bridge or down towards Tooting, a road he had often driven up when going out in the West End of London, and now so close, and yet so far, whilst other people outside went on with their busy lives, a.