"Okay." I whisper more to myself than anything. I slid my hand beneath his shirt and ran my fingers through the fuzz on his stomach. His body twitched...at my touch and I enjoyed the warmth of his flesh beneath my fingertips. I undid the buckle of his belt and tugged softly on his jeans. "Ass up, these have got to come down." I smiled at him and I was glad he smiled back as he lifted his rear so I could slide his pants down past his knees. The outline of his cock was evident in his black boxer. She sat. ‘I wonder if I dropped my trousers would she suck me off’ he thought as the kettle began to boil. However, he let that thought rest for the moment; he gave her the coffee and as she was nude decided to match her attire. He returned. She had finished the coffee but was just sitting, he gave her a quick massage on the neck and then moved to her tits, these he gave a substantial attention to, especially the enlarged nipples and it could have been because she was beginning to dribble. His black hair was down below his shoulders and got into his face at times but he usually kept it pulled back in a pony tail. He was the joker of the family.One thing that all three brothers had in common was their eyes: a mesmerizing green with flecks of gold, inherited from their father, who was a spry sixty years old. They had also inherited his insatiable sex drive—and thick cocks, about eight-inches long.It had been a long, busy week for the boys and they were all ready for a fun weekend. His legs were splayed open like a frog and his jaw was slack. Two blonde women in their twenties were sitting at a folding card table. Between them was a mirror with a mound of powder and a razor blade. One look and he could taste it deep in his sinuses. Pure sense memory. His right hand balled into a fist. Beside the mirror was a box of insulin syringes and what looked like a small stack of credit cards, but the blondes were rifling through a thick wallet that probably belonged to the.