. My brother was dying. Not in the abstract everybody is going to die someday way, but in the lying on a nursing home bed, every breath may be his las...t way. Still, he had a good life. Living to be seventy six, married forty two years before his wife passed, three children, no druggies or miserable human beings in the bunch. His oldest daughter was killed in an auto accident when he she was fifty one, his son was a middle manager living out West, his youngest daughter was in Alaska. The only. His big cock again as he lent over and carried on fingering my now wet loose arsehole He turned me around on all fours and aimed his big cock into my arse he slowly pushed it in bit by bit ,It hurt at first as he was pushing it in but after 5 minutes he had picked up some rhtym and it was sliding in and out niceley I could feel it hitting the top of my arsehole as he drove it into me but it felt good , I moaned softly each time He was talking dirty to me saying -Ben - you like that big cock. "You would prefer I were a charlatain?" Aluicius asked. "A mere illusionist? Someone for the Masked Magician to debunk on national television? I'm always disappointed by such characters. There's nothing to them, no substance, only parlor tricks I could outdo on my worst day." He gestured, and her spread-eagle posture became something more like military attention. "My dear, look at you, you're so tense. Relax. Sleep." He touched her forehead, and her eyes rolled back, then she went as limp as a. ”“Oh, and Bethany,” he added, “She will need a massage once we’ve eaten. Dress accordingly.”Bethany smiled respectfully. Her smile was like a benediction. She had a slim face and long straight brown hair with high cheekbones and eyes clear as the morning. When she smiled, you could imagine her as anything, the vixen, the girl next door, the true love that you never realize was there all along ... She was classically beautiful and could have easily been a model. Perhaps she had been at one.