Finally, she said, "You know, Hank, it was kind of exciting. After that first time, I made myself more available, you know, less guarded with guys. I ...began to enjoy the hunt, the excitement, the challenge. It became like a game of chance when I realized that men are like moths to a flame." So, I'm a moth and you're the flame?" I teased."No, Hank. Don't joke about it. Maybe I'm the moth today taking advantage of you with this beautiful lunch. Anyway, that's enough about me. So, Hank, where are. Harry watched hungrily as Ron’s dick started swelling under his track pants in response to his own touch. The elastic fabric offered a lot of room for it to expand and Harry could only stare silently as his best friend’s huge and juicy manhood started forming a big and tall tent in front of him. In an instant Harry knew that Ron’s dick was definitely larger than his own. His mouth watered as he imagined wrapping his lips around that stiff and erect piece of meat. His hands started. ”Becky said, “I hope you’re right. I hope he’s still a virgin.”Over the next two days, we set up one situation after another, but we were foiled every time. Our brother was never where we expected him to be when we expected him to be there. We knew we only had ten days until our parents would be home, so we were afraid we were going to run out of time.Our parents’ master bedroom was downstairs. There were three bedrooms upstairs, one for each of us. Brad’s bedroom was a smaller version of the. Jasper guides my hands to his cock and I start to stroke, mostly to satisfy some weird craving.I see his sheath, his little red tip sticking out. That doesn’t look so bad. I stroke the sheath, feeling more inside. I try to push the sheath back, or his cock forward. I’m not sure really but I expose more of his cock and start to stroke it with my thumb and index finger around his girth, which still isn’t too bad.I keep stroking and Jasper moves around behind me, the belt left on the floor as he.