She moaned recalling the moment then shut her eyes to blot out reality and give in to her imagination, preferring the imaginary man to her husband in ...a reprised role. The imaginary stranger teased her back with long fingers, ran his hand along her hip, and suddenly she was aware of the urgency with which his cock was pressing against her thigh. ‘Okay–-okay, now for some real fun!’ she crowed to the empty room, and spreading her legs pried her thong up so that it wouldn’t interfere and set her. By the end of the last film (an old musical about actors in a Shakespeare play), my head was throbbing. I guess that’s the price you pay for spending a whole day staring at the TV.I got up and began to stagger to my room, but my brother stopped me.“No kiss?” he said, a pout on his face.“Oh,” I muttered. “Of course.” I felt so rude.Sitting in his lap, I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. My tongue immediately began exploring his mouth - he stiffened with surprise, but. Chels pushed me toward the bed. “He’s your mom’s boyfriend,” she said. “You go first.”“He’s not your mom’s boyfriend,” I shot back. “Maybe you should go first.”“Wuss,” she laughed as she climbed up on the other side of Jerry. “OK. Let’s do it together. One. Two, Three!”On three, Chelsea and I put our lips at the base of his monster cock and started licking and sucking our way toward the head. I got there first, opening my mouth and taking the big purplish head of it in my mouth. I really had to. I raise my head and brush the hair away from your face to take as much of you in as I can with my eyes. You’re beautiful, the bloom upon your cheeks, and the tempting part between your soft lips. You’re glowing, do you realize that? Not just from the amber rays of sun filtering into the room; it’s your longing that’s radiant. Do your eyes see that as well in me? The longing? The urgency? Can you feel it along the breach of your tingling line? Our patience is dying with every second that.