God, is this for real? My former wife looking like a symbol of unbridled lust. Showing off for me. Making me hot for her, making me have fantasies abo...ut her. Making me wonder, who has she been with since we departed? ‘Watch, Scott. Enjoy. I love showing my body to you. Do you like it? Do you want to see more?’ I did, of course. But what was she doing this for? Was she trying to punish me, to tease me? Was she going to get me all worked up, and then just when I took the bait, pull back and walk. My cock was throbbing painfully as I stood, looking around. Melissa was well into masturbating her bare pussy, skirt crumpled about her feet. I reached into my shorts to adjust my cock as Melody reached for my hand and pulled me closer to her. She began to fumble with the snap on my shorts so I unsnapped it for her, and she slid them down, making my cock to spring out, dripping precum. Melody grasped my cock and licked the precum off it's head, as I felt my butthole contract from the. If not, please do me the courtesy of a 'no, thank you.' Good day.I look at Rita with a grin. "And miss out on that?"oOoOoOoI'm meeting Mrs. Constance Baxter for lunch at the Dexter Club, as she expressed no interest in my office, preferring the comfort of her own stage. Founded in the age of snap-brim hats and ladies in white gloves, it still clings tight to the throat of rich societal privilege. Tooling up in my vintage Mercedes Opera coupe, I get a small nod of respect from the parking. Amusement? I pulled free and crossed my arms. "What do you want? And stop kissing me." "I just want a little fun," he said. He picked me up and he put me on the bed. "I like you." For some reason my stomach fluttered. This was wrong. He was my brother and I was not supposed to like my brother. "So," he said. "Can I kiss you?" "No," I said. "You can't. We're siblings now. You can not kiss your sister." "I can and I will," he kissed me. His tongue went into my mouth and I tried to shove it.