I turned as soon as we were in the door and wrapped my arms around him. We looked at the mirror mounted on the wall and saw two people that looked as ...if they would never even speak to one another. He stood a short 5'6", his hair was buzzed on the sides but long and shaggy on top. I joke with him, calling it a "military-emo cut". He had a muscular build, without his shirt, which even though he rarely wore one, you could see a stark farmers tan. A country boy in and out. I stood next to him, a. . or when he orders me to.He had fantasies of fucking a porn star, so I’d made a website, and built up quite a following online. Anything that would help him, I did. He had a serious fetish for lesbians, and so I went out each night and seduced a new woman, bringing them home and making love to them while my brother watched from the closet.That had gotten us closer than anything else - one night, he’d managed to cum while he watched me with another woman, and so we continued down that path. He. Smiling to herself, Angie pulled the zipper of the one piece leather suit down a couple of inches and they roared their approval, as the lights changed to red and amber, she eased the zipper all the way down until her breasts were exposed, the lights went to green and she roared off laughing as the van stalled helplessly provoking a cacophony of car horns behind it.A chauffeur driven Rolls Royce purred along beside her as she eased back on the throttle, an elegantly dressed woman sitting alone. “Finger me the way you do your slutty little girlfriend. She looks the type who needs to feel it.”I adjusted the screens so that one showed the girl’s lip movements, the other the best available view of the boy’s hand between Lady Hilda’s thighs. “Aaaaaah!” the woman cried suddenly as the boy thrust his fingers upwards, digging into her. His eyes were aimed squarely at his girlfriend, at her greedy lips.“Tell me, boy! Is it true that your slutty girlfriend enjoys having her face glazed with.