Alex came back into the den with a coke and plopped back down on the sofa. I pretended that I didn't notice him come back, as he settled back into the... couch. This made me laugh to myself, as he claimed to hate this show, but here he was watching it.I'm not sure how much later, as I had gotten sucked back into my show, but I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, of my brother looking at me. He would glance at me and then back at the TV. It was as if he didn't want me to know he was. It was all an act, a parody of flirting, but even so it excited me tremendously. “No, no, of course not. Just intrigued. What sort of fantasies?” She blushed slightly, the conviction of her act leaving her momentarily. “Oh, you know.” “Go on, tell me.” To distract me she looked down and started unbuttoning her blouse, which she shrugged off. Then looking me in the eye she said firmly, ‘Fantasies about other men fucking me – about being a slut.” This was undoubtedly the most arousing sentence I. We used to go to locations like Mahabalipuram, Kodaikanal, Kuttalam, etc., and he would arrange for professional sex workers to come and give company for me. The events always occurred at private homes rented by him, so I used to relax with sex that sometimes extended throughout the night. Sometimes, he organized two women so I can have threesome. He also did a good job in selecting diverse women. Sometimes they were young college girls. Sometimes they were older, homely women. Sometimes, they. Summer put her hand on my shoulder and stepped out of her panties, and then I removed her leggings one at a time. I stood, looked into her eyes, and saw a mix of lust and trepidation I’d seen many times before. With a slightly evil thought, I carefully removed my socks, then stood again.Summer made a face at me, and with a grin I quickly dropped my boxer-briefs and stepped out of them. She gasped and stared at my newly freed erection, which, while the object of her desire, was now before her,.