“What do you know about that?”“I am not stupid and I do look at pictures of naked guys sometimes. Besides, some of my friends fuck with their bo...yfriends and we talk about it. I know that your cock is hard just by looking at your shorts, Jesus it looks like its going to brake out any moment.”“Stop looking at my cock, you’re my sister. You’re not supposed to be noticing stuff like that.”“Oh sure, I can’t notice stuff like that but you can get a hard on looking at me and touching me.”I got very. Tuesday night, as the week before, my husband asked me if it was ok for him to go and have a few beers with his pals, John and Peter, I told him it was ok, that I'd call over to my friend and have a glass of wine or two, he had a shower and dolled himself up, he smelled like a fucking perfume factory when he came out of the shower, this was no few beers with the boys I thought to myself, but said nothing, off he went, and I phoned my friend to come collect me in her car, we were like to private. What was the best part? What should I write next? =:) FLB]-----------------------------------------Alex and I went on like this for another six months. I had never been more sexually satisfied. I sucked and fucked him in ways I never thought imaginable. Over time I started feeling guilty that Alex wasn’t getting the full value of our new relationship. It took a while to come up with a plan, but eventually I did. The key to it was this: he had to think it was his idea. I didn’t want. It was incredible - several different kinds of these things, working together, re-arranging my body like they were remodeling a house."There was a horrible beauty to it. I can't help but admire the sheer ingenuity that went into creating these beasties, the incredible complexity of their tasks, and how they're going about it without interfering with each other. But at the same time, I'm angry - they're doing it to my body, without my permission, and once they're done, I can't imagine what would.