I stayed for a moment with my hips against hers. In her soprano voice, she let out a rasping wail of pleasure that shook me to my core.“Yes! Yes! Yo...u feel so good in my ass, honey! Fuck that ass now, honey! Fuck it good!”Damn, with an invitation like that, what’s a red-blooded American boy to do? He gives the woman a good ass-fucking, that’s what he does. I’d sure as hell be a fool not to. I got with the program and started sliding my cock in and out of her backdoor harder and faster.“I’m gonna. ”“Eli, I can explain -”“No, you don’t have to.” “It’s not what you think.” “Yes, it is,” I say to him. The last six days I’ve been sober, with a clear head. I found comfort in his room, peace in his bed. Safety in his arms. I have to repay him, have to give him what he wants and desires for once. Which is why I don’t hesitate when I lift my head and kiss his lips. And not just any kiss. No, I press my lips against my brother’s and he melts into me. Our tongues meet, dance. Our eyes are closed.. Penis... is enormous. Even soft, it's bigger than Tommy's was hard!" At the mention of her ex-boyfriend, John looked up, but did not speak. "I mean --" Sarah floundered in her attempt to get him to speak, "how big is it, anyway?" John grimaced in embarassment, and looked away. "Come on, John! When was the last time we ever kept anything from each other?" Well, I didn't know you were fucking Tommy Clark!" You didn't ask!"John swiveled his chair to face his desk and turned on his computer. He. As the Sergeant watched, the helicopter came tumbling over the edge. He knew it had to be the pilot and Colonel's end, but he suddenly realized that he wasn't seeing anyone in the copter. He was reasonably sure it was empty, but with it turning over and over as it fell, he couldn't be certain. The Bell hit, then a half second later, the helicopter slammed down on top of it to the accompaniment of the fuel tanks and the hydrogen cylinder going off. Wearing snowshoes, the Sergeant began a frantic.