Sunday morning.Sunday!Eleven o' clock!He was late for Ethel. Already an hour late, and counting. Seventy-something years and an hour late. He blundere... out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Even a shower failed to revive him, although it removed most of the sensory reminders of the night before. Out into the bedroom, clothes, jeans, sweater. The bed reeked of Delia - at second hand. His track suit smelled like the morning after an orgy. Reasonably enough.He grabbed great-grandpop's coat,. ’ I listened intently, mostly amazed that Miranda had taken sex and waffles and woven them into a philosophical discussion. ‘So when you initiate sex, and I’m not totally into it at that moment, but I feel a sense of obligation, you’re not forcing me to do anything. I’m following my greater desire at that moment, which is to make you happy.’ My eyes darted back and forth, processing and analyzing her logic. It seemed… sound. ‘Besides,’ she said, lowering her voice as if we needed to be. She reached up to hold me but I stopped her firmly. I looked in her eyes and softly said, "No Rachael, you just stay and relax, that’s what you need to do so you can sleep." I continued to firmly but slowly fuck her pussy with my fingers, long slow thrusts over her special spot, slowly but deeply thrusting. My fingers filled her as she began to moan. Her breathing became ragged as I continued to fuck her with my fingers. She arched her back and looked up at me. Her eyes opened wide and she. Let’s get him used to what we have and we’ll work our way up to that eventually.”I just smirked as I bent down to pick up my clothes. Vanilla was the perfect description for my brother. He was an amazing lover, but he wasn’t very imaginative. Wanting a blowjob from the two of us together was as far as he’d gotten after almost nine months of sleeping with both of us.Johnathan had the contracts waiting when we got back to the office and was already going through the pictures on his computer..