Her hole was tight. The second tight hole which may well be the death of him.She bucked her hips and began to ride him. She knew all the techniques of...cock riding and pussy control. She learned about it online and from some of her slutty friends on the volleyball team. Who would have thought she'd ever these techniques on her own brother of all people? (Oh, how she had secretly hoped...)Her hips gyrated hard and fast. In this position, and with the size of his dick, each thrust was hitting. Live music does tend to do that. When you see someone enjoying the spectacle as much as Eve was, it is contagious. It made me sad to think that she had been denied this pleasure for so long, and happy that I was the one who had facilitated her reunion with live music. At the finale to the first half she clapped so hard and so enthusiastically I was sure her hands would sting for minutes.The hamper was opened and we set to the repast eagerly. With a mouthful of pate and salad I asked."So what do. . and everything you've felt up to now will seem like being tickled with a feather."She stood slightly crouched, weight balanced on the balls of her feet; her posture reminded me of the hand to hand combat lessons from boot camp."Come on... what are you waiting for?" I stepped closer, till we were within arms reach. "I'll make it easy for you." I linked and climbed inside.Anger and rage were warring with fear and desire, several sets of each fought for control and dominance. Her need was so. Since then I have watched numerous men blowing another man, including men I have been in a relationship with. Earlier today I asked my man, “Is the man you have organised today for me? Or is it us?” I was very pleased when he replied, ‘us’, instantly aroused at the sexual pleasure of watching two men after I have had my way with both of them.My man is the first to speak. “Laying down or standing?,” he asks Mike as he licks his nipples.“Standing with my back against the wall.”I am almost.