He imagined his hands over the rough lace stocking tops, working upward; a delicious friction, and then finding her smooth skin and the heat of her ar...ousal. She caught him looking and he turned away quickly, his face flushed. When he looked back later she returned his glance with reproachful eyes. She opened her thighs slightly, teasing him. He sipped his drink, dreaming of her thighs spread across him, riding him into submission, swelling each time she dropped down on his body to fill. It’s just that lately he’s been getting a bit down with himself at not being able to hold down a relationship like the one his sister and I have, instead ending up with some drunken abusive nut job. He has come to stay with us quite a few times lately and I know my wife enjoys the fact that Matt ( his name by the way) and us share a common interest in just about most things and I have made her brother aware that he is welcome anytime at our house. It was on one of these nights that my story. Maine apni pant me haath daal kar bhabhi ka soch kar muth maarne laga ek dum se bhabhi ne mujhe aisa karte dekh liya aur anjaan ban ke kaha ye kya kar rhe ho???Main ghabra gaya aur kaha kuch nahin….fir usne mera haath dekha to mere haath par thoda sa virya laga tha aur uski smell aarhi thi…bhabhi ne kaha ye kya hai…maine kaha kuch nahin mujhe khaansi hui aur bulgum mere haath par gir gayi…par bhabhi ko thoda shaq hua aur unhone jab usse soonga to kaha mujhe jooth bolte ho ye to kuch aur. According to my grandmother, her mother had an affair with him, but I chose it because he was… like me. Let me show you.”Getting to his feet, he turned to me, towering above me in the flickering shadows, and began undoing his belt. My head was reeling – I was ready for a nice hard cock, but this was the weirdest lead up. He pushed his boxers down. The fat member I had been imagining failed to materialise, as the bulge that had been hovering near my head had come down too. Instead, there was a.