Slowly, her rasping breathing returned to normal and she opened her beautiful blue eyes to stare up at me. Her whole face was dripping with sweat and ...he licked a little bead from her upper lip."I love you so much, Jack," she whispered."You love me, or my cock?" I teased, giving it several quick stabs into her mushy quim."Ohhh," she gasped, her small hands once more reaching for my sides. "Both. I love my brother and I love the way he fucks me. And I especially love the way my brother's hot. She moaned again. Oh, Brad, this feels so good, she moaned as I passed over her clit again. Seeing the pleasure she was getting, I decided to go down on her. As I started to go down her body, gently kissing her as I went, she stopped me. Dont bother, she said. I just want to fuck. No, I need to fuck. I need you inside of me, Brad. She pulled me up till we were even and kissed me once more. She then reached down and guided my dick into her flaming pussy. We both moaned with pleasure as I. I especially loved YOUR dick. But I'm just not intoother girls. I just don't swing that way. Sure, I love touching myown pussy, but another girl's pussy... ewww, yuck!" But I'm not a girl!" I responded."Sweetie, If you have a dick, you're a man. If you have a pussy,you're a girl."At that point she pulled back the blankets to expose my fingers playingwith my clit.Gesturing at the current genitals between my legs she states, "Rightnow, you have a pussy."Not wishing to se me playing with my. Granted that he thought killing men to have his choice of women was worth every bit of soft skin moving on top of his in the middle of the night, but in no way would Charlie ever kill a man, whether a woman wanted him to or not. It certainly wasn’t the fault of women that he had to kill other men, as women were naturally predisposed to want no other solution, and if he were to kill one man, it would in a sense be like jumping over the numerical line that extended into something valid. Whether a.