He knew that he could be in for another relatively mindless fuck session, but he decided to take a risk and make his feelings known, at least vaguely.... "Listen, Kris, before we start this, for this time at least, I had something I want to ask you..." "It's not about asking me to stop calling you big brother again, is it?" she smiled. "I think we've both firmly established that won't happen." "No, it's not that," he sighed. He did want her to stop calling him that, but he had sort of gotten used. His hands once again grabbed my tits which where red raw now, the pain from my arse and nipples was coursing through me and meeting in my g-spot."Harder" I grunted, "Fuck me harder!"My hands moved to his abdomen and stroked my cum which still sat glistening on his six pack. My fingers wet and sticky now they moved round and grabbed onto his arse, soft and firm, I squeezed hard onto his arse cheeks and he gave a grunt. I smiled, and slapped one of his arse cheeks with my left hand. He howled at. It was awkward and embarrassing, but somehow it became acceptable and we both would laugh it off, and with a promise not to tell their younger brother, 'Our secret', and I concurred.he men were rugged, kind of handsome with rugged bodies, not beautiful, like you see in the girly magazines, but more in a dark perverse way, especially Frank, who was in his late forties, he was powerfully built, quiet with lots of body hair, and to me he was not sexually appealing, but deep and dark, you felt he. I use up the rest of the cream to let her suck it off my toes one by one. To tease her further, I paint white trails leading closer and closer to her prize. She ventures further and further north and ‘accidentally’ nuzzles my pussy. Her greediness is a good enough reason to introduce a bit of spanking. But before I stand up, I dip my cream soaked fingers into my running nectar, offering it to my gluttonous pet.“Is this what you want, my greedy, greedy kitten?”An ‘mmm’ escapes her mouth and it.