She giggled at me as I coughed and attempted to clear my airways."Surely you didn't think I invited you over to play checkers, did you?" No worries th...ugh, it's my home, and I always keep a healthy supply...after all, you never know what might jump off right?"She leaned forward, with elbows on her knees and propped her face in her hands; "I like that fact that you let me come to you, and even though I know you're all about the coochie, I'm good with it, because I'm just as much about the. .My brother came to help-out. My brother’s name is Rajesh. You all remember him from My Sweet Revenge story. I was very happy to see him.We had dinner and my breasts started to hurt, I excused myself and went upstairs to start my pumping. I got the suction cups ready and started the pump. One minute passed and I smelled something burning, it was the pump and it died. Oh Shit. I called my brother, Rajesh, can you please drive to the nearby pharmacy and pick up a new pump. It might be closed Sis,. The sound of his male equipment slamming into the teenager’s female parts was music to his ears and he hoped that their lack of decorum would not wake them in the middle of the night. They had the stock hobbled and tied to prevent them from wandering away or being stolen by outlaws or Indians and they had no lights or candles and not campfire after dark to mark their position for passing strangers looking for a stranger to rob or murder in their sleep.Shamefully, he started into another round. But I didn't. Partly because I was still in shock, but mostly because my dick talked me out of it.In spite of my inner turmoil, I suddenly realised that my cock was rock hard in my pants, the tent poking up against the wall of our house as I watched my wife get well and truly laid by a teenager speaking volumes about what I really felt beneath the feelings of shock and anger, which seemed suddenly superficial.I ducked my head down closer to the windowsill, for fear of being seen, my eyes wide.