I'll do all the work."What more could a guy ask for? Just relax and be made love to. But it didn't work out that way.I did lie down and Jill did do so...e work. She took my poor shriveled cock in her hand and started talking to it about how sad it looked and how she was going to kiss it better. She used her hands and her mouth and tongue to coax it back to life. She also worked on my balls, informing them that they needed to get busy making more juice for her.I don't know. Maybe I could have just. I thought we were perfect. I was 5'11" and my hair is rich ginger, wavy, and very long. I was wearing my favourite Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt and a pair of quite small denim shorts. Matt and me, we just clicked. We'd kissed once before but nothing more happened because my brother didn't approve. Can't really blame him for wanting to protect his baby sister.Anyway, so here we were, stood in a jam-packed club and having to fight to get to the bar. Matt asked me if I wanted a drink and I replied just. Mom came home about 20 minutes later. She did her normal rounds and directed Jim to the couch for the night.After everyone got ready for bed, Jim crashed quickly on the couch, Janelle helped my sister to her room and my mom was off to her own room to sleep. I decided I would try to get some rest, even though my mind was still trying to process my conversation from earlier.I had been in bed for about an hour with just a thin sheet on as my mind slowly started ease up and I felt my eyelids. ” She said in a different mood, “Come on, Marcos, is that your name, isn't it?. Help me hang up his paint, come inside!!” I stepped in, invaded by emotion and passion. I was now plotting how to spy her panties under her skirt as she climbed the ladder while I offered to hold the ladder instead. That precise moment, I felt somebody spank me, as she encouraged me to begin climb up the stairs. When I was changing direction in the flight of stairs, I took my chance and turned around to see her. She.