I jerked and writhed, I squealed and clutched his hair, I knew I was probably hurting him, but I also knew my brother well enough to know that he woul...d carry on licking me until my spasms had finished.Which he did, then he unzipped himself and kissed me as his lovely hard cock slid easily into the swamp that was my cunt, that night was the best we'd had, we were both excited at the thought of me posing and showing myself off to God knows how many people.We made love twice on the couch and then. " Came the reply."I said, 'Stop that!' meaning - don't keep pulling your dress down. You've got great legs and there's only me to admire them." I waited for a grumpy response, and when there wasn't one, I went on, "In fact, I think you should show a whole lot more." And saying such I reached over and tugged her hem right to the top of her thighs."See? It's not so bad, is it? And they certainly are great and well worth looking at." I watched Mom blush faintly, but she said nothing and pretended. ” (Madame, you’re going to have to stop its going...) and she immediately stood up, turned around and said...”alors, rammase cette boite, et on vas le metre dans mons auto” (well, pick up that box and we’ll bring it to my car)I was thinking I blew it again...why the fuck could I not have held it in any longer or not even tell her and just cam in my pants.... fuck it would have been amazing!!!!But now my cock is insanely hard and ready to pop....the head is sensitive and purple and I need to. Suddenly, I felt like this was the red carpet at the Oscars. Oh, boy. Here’s a pair. Somehow they found one another. In walked Ruthie from my story Baby Ruth, Doris’s transsexual brother with my friend, Stuart, the cross-dresser from my story Do You Know A Cross-dresser. ‘Ruthie,’ you look beautiful. ‘Thank you darling.’ ‘Stu, can I talk to you for a second?’ ‘Yeah, sure, Freddie, what’s up?’ ‘You do know that Ruthie is a guy, right?’ ‘Sure, I do,’ he said punching me in the shoulder. ‘It takes.