‘Squeeze my tits, little b*****r’. An order that has rang true down the centuries of sexual awakenings between siblings. All my b*****rs have lear...t, ‘Stuff’, from their hyper-sexed s****rs, in beds behind closed doors, and my need to go further was precisely that, as I relaxed my grasp and cupped his hands onto my breasts and twist my hard nipples between his fingers. ‘You like that, don’t you’? no need to answer me as I did so myself, but thankfully he was now enjoying the amazing warmth, and. He had not planned on the time it would take to shave himself. Next time they had a date, he would leave more time to prepare. That and making a quick run to the drugstore for makeup.Gary felt ashamed at his clothes as he dressed up, again feeling inadequate, since Alyssa got to wear so much better clothes than he did. He wondered what she would wear tonight? He grabbed his car keys, and headed out.***At the appointed hour, Gary arrived at the restaurant, which Alyssa had suggested. He walked. Lucy could never find him attractive or desire him, but she knew she had to make a choice.She loved John so much. But surely him being a slave to her was more preferable than failure. Besides, accepting Stephens proposition might buy her time to think of an way out of this. Terrified of the alternative, She rose from her seat and walked slowly around Stephen’s desk, she held out her hand to him? it’s a deal,? she said. Stephen took her hand with a triumphant smile and pulled her down and toward. ’ ‘Does that mean I can fuck you and eat you without the dildo?’ I inquired. My wife responded, ‘Yes, whatever we want to do. No repercussions for our actions.’ She bent over and gave my cock a little kiss and a lick. ‘Praise the lord! Oh thank you, Sweetie. I really appreciate you doing that for us.’ was my reply. I immediately grabbed my wife and pulled her into my arms and began ‘Frenching’ her and savoring the event like it was my last meal before my execution. There was still a .