He put his face down and breathed in the scent of her hair, closing his eyes to enjoy her faint perfume. She smelled every bit as lovely as she looked... Summoning up his courage, he let one hand softly rest on her folded thigh. When she didn't resist, he casually moved it up a bit. Still she didn't object, so he moved it still further up her leg. She adjusted her position a bit, sitting a little more upright and closer to him. Her move though, made him jerk his hand back, thinking he'd been. Oliver's forward thrusts into her arse caused her cunt to move on his cock. All this pleasure with no exertion! Having cum recently, he knew he could last a long time, so simply savoured the experience.As if Angie wasn't experiencing enough pleasure, Oliver reached around to fondle her tits and nipples, rolling the engorged buds between his fingers. Ian's hands joined Oliver's and they took a tit each.Oliver could feel that he was about to cum, so withdrew and sat back until the feeling had. This was the most beautiful and intimate kiss of my life. Instinctively, I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. My brother was French kissing me while he fingered me. I know this was wrong, but at the moment, it felt so right, so beautiful, so intimate, and mostly so full of love and affection. I moaned around his probing tongue as I spread my legs, opening my thighs to grant him better access. I wanted to cum for my brother; I needed to cum for me. I felt Gary gently start to insert a 2nd. As she crawled into bed with a slowly awakening me, she murmured, “If you want to enjoy a well-used woman, you are welcome to.”She reeked of sex and alcohol but in spite of my burgeoning shaft, I told her, “Get some sleep and clean up and then we’ll see.” She was surprised at my deferral but promptly went to sleep. I made coffee and found a sweet roll for a sunrise sit out on the back deck.My rigidity persisted and I stroked it, torn between some jealous indignation and my lust for her. I was.