“Keep sliding those lush tits up and down, and the power will drench you.”“Yes, yes, yes! I love all that salty power.”Angela slid her tits fa...ster and faster. My balls churned, the pleasure shooting down my cock straight to them. I let the sexy warrior work her tits, her charms so soft. She squeezed harder, increasing the pressure.My groans grew louder.Her tits grew slick from my precum. They glided on my dick. My bone ring twisting. My balls boiled. I grunted, back arching as the pressure. He laughed softly. “I certainly have the penis of an 12-year-old,” he grumbled.Sean grasped the penis in question with his free fingertips. “Don’t be stupid! Small or not, it belongs to you, and I like it just fine.” He laughed, and then grew reflexive. “I don’t think Dylan’s too happy right now.”Michael could empathize. “Im sure he never imagined his little brother sucking his cock.”“That’s not all I did,” Sean responded, dully.The embarrassment of swallowing hot sperm was something Michael. I don’t even want to be seen with him, but if he was paying me maybe, I’d think about it. But then I have to hang around you.” She could see his anger boiling up. She pressed on, “You don’t ever listen to me, it’s always,” she dropped her voice as best she could to mock his voice, “Hey, babe. What’s up, babe? Go down on me in front of your friends, babe?”“Hey that’s not f-” Jake tried to interrupt.“Fair? Tell me about it. Or better yet, don’t. I’m sick of the braindead bro crap, I can’t believe. Then it was on to the lingerie. I felt like a kid in a sweet shop. Pinks, reds, ivory, blacks, all soo nice and girly. I picked up a pink satin set. The bra was pink satin with lace around the cups, the knickers matching. As I put them in the basket I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a voice saying "i think you need some help with those madam". It was my ex girlfriends mum, she didnt know of my secret but now she had seen me. I bought the underwear, and we went for a coffee to talk. Ibroke down.