The slow, vertical strokes I was making against my slit became a little more aggressive—a little harder, a little faster. God, I wanted my brother i...nside me. I craved the weight of him against me, on top of me, with his hips working his cock in and out of my hungry pussy.A moan from inside my parent's room penetrated my thoughts. My mother's moan. I could hear something else, too... A smacking sound, soft and wet and quick. I knew that sound, the sound of working fingers, slamming in and out of. But she didn’t get to go. The one person who loved him and needed him more than the air around her, didn’t get to go say a proper goodbye. Second (and she didn’t know if it was worse than James being dead) was the agonizing truth that she was never going to dance again. And the prospect of walking seemed to slip farther away from her with each passing day. As she lay there in the semi-dark stillness of her hospital room trying to fall asleep, all she could really do was listen to the buzz of. ”“Then what is it Bobbi?”“A big black dick. It’s a big black dick.” I sat down next to my wife. I didn’t know what to do. She wasjust staring at his penis. “Say it again Bobbi”. And she did.And it started to rise. “Again, ” he commanded and againshe said it and again it looked to grow. It was standing straightout from his body now and right at her eve level. “It’s gettingbigger Bobbi. It’s starting to get hard. Do you want to seeit hard Bobbi?” She nodded. “Then say it, ” he said.“I want to see. Now, he was going to know me as the class slut who likes to satisfy more than one man at a time. And Coach had lots of friends at the private gym he went to at night where the muscle boys were known to gang bang girls and tranny sluts who were passable. "I'd love to see you here in your panties, all the time, Courtney. I've been wanting you, all school year. I couldn't believe it when you shook your ass for me this morning. I got so hard for you. You really do have a nice ass, you know it,.