."Yes," I answered, he sighed out of relief, and kissed me passionately. Ireplied with a little tongue action. I felt my nipples grow hard, and,what m...ust've been my new female 'equipment' got very wet.We just stood there kissing, when I pulled out."Are you, you?" I asked him, sounding a bit frightened."Yes," ke said, leaning down for another tongue wrestling match. Irealized that the bulge I felt pressing against me was my brother's erectpenis. I giggled to myself."Attention please," said my. ” It drew back its gnarled arm. Wood creaked and groaned together as its joints moved. Its branch-like fingers balled into a thick fist looking as tough as a club wielded by a hulking ogre. “You should be.”“Just get it over with,” I growled. “Your breath smells like a log rotting in a swamp. Turns my stomach.”The treeman blinked acorn eyes. “Turn... stomach. How does stomach turn?”I groaned. Great. I confused him. “Just punch, you Las-damned pile of walking kindling!”“Kindling!” bellowed the. Katrina?s head slowly rolled back and Gretchen met herface with yet another stinging slap. Harder still then the onebefore it. WHAP!!!! Gretchen grabbed Katrina?s chin and pulled her face forwardto face her own and was surprised when the woman summoned enough strength andwill to spit in her face. A low hoarse voice spoke finally. ?fuck you? Gretchen wiped the thick saliva from her eye and cheek. Shelooked at her subject?s body completely from head to toe. She stared at the twophallic devices. I was resigned that Brandon did not share my fantasy. My cock was rock hard and poking straight up creating a tent in the covers. I rolled onto my side facing Brandon and decided to wait for him to fall asleep so I could quietly beat-off in the sheets.Brandon’s breathing seemed to grow steady after about fifteen minutes. I feigned stretching and reached out touching him with my right hand, letting it rest on the small of his back. If he woke up, I would just pretend to be sleeping..