Using the tip of my tongue, I flicked it over Laura’s joy buzzer before I twirled it at her entrance. I grabbed her thighs, lifting my head up and p...ushed my long tongue deep into her wet cunt, my nose buried between her cheeks. Breathing through my mouth I continued the assault of my tongue in her pussy. I matched Mr. Big’s strokes in me with my tongue in his wife. We were close to our mutual orgasms when Laura stood up on wobbly legs. “I want you to fuck me with that your beautiful cock. I began to worry that she would change her mind, when we pulled up next to a tractor trailer with what looked like a good looking guy in his 20s. My wife seemed to like his looks and she gave me a little "OK" shake of her head, but she wasn't sure how to start, so I told her to pull up her skirt and make it look like she was adjusting her garters.She pulled up her skirt, high enough to expose her stocking stops and garters and began to fiddle with them.I told her to glance up and see if he was. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'."Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck. So I was doubly glad when my older brother Michael returned for the summer. I’d looked up to my brother my whole life. He was my best friend, my teacher, my closest confidante. There was nothing I couldn’t talk to him about, and I could always go to him with my problems. My full name was Julia, but he always called me Jules. I loved it, it made me feel wild and adventurous, but at the same time like I was some fancy gem he wanted to protect. He was two years older than me, tall, over six feet,.