Danny wasnt joking when he said he lived out in the country. We drive down further, seeing a farmhouse every once in a while. After several minutes, ...we stop in front of a large 3-story house. Theres a red barn off to the left and woods on the right side of the house. I can see crops behind the house. Call me if you need anything, my mom says. I glance at her, then back towards the house. Somehow, my heart stopped pounding so hard. Actually, I think it stopped completely. I check my pulse to. I put the camera down facing where they lay, went in and dug my fingernails into her soft cheeks, pulling them apart, her bum hole was dark and crinkly skinned, but the scent was raw sex, as my pointed tongue wriggled into the small crinkled folds and penetrated her bum, "Deeper" she gasped, and I felt her powerful sphincter muscle close and crush my tongue, "Oh God!, I'm fucking cumming", she cried and we all fell into a heap of sweet and salty, sour, sweaty bodies.My Own "Irreversible". ThenI started to wrap my hand around his nuts again. I said there werealternatives to pleasure. I got that look of acknowledgement that meantI won. I told him I'd be nice and make sure he was taken care of. Whatmore could he want? No one else would ever know. The fight waspriceless. Just a little more pressure was all it took. His mouthopened, and his eyes closed. Of course it could have been the start ofa scream, but I took the opportunity anyway. He wasn't very goodthough. He had no idea what. I imagine a forbidden photograph of this scene: I stand nude, my erection pressed forward into my clothed teenaged sister’s face while she strokes it and observes my responses. For my own satisfaction, I decide she should work with her technique. “Stroke just the head,” I direct. Sandy slides her grasp up and works gently from tip to rim. She carefully rubs along the rim as I demonstrated earlier.I gasp. The impending, and necessary, conclusion is beginning deep within me, yet I want to enjoy.