" Marc and I exchanged glances. Was Britt turning gay on us? That thought seem to stick with me for the duration of the weekend, while I watched ...sappy movies on TBS, while I shaved my underarms (and congratulated myself on finally getting my legs waxed). While I put away my new thongs and sports bras, and practiced walking in some daring new shoes I had picked up on a quick shopping spree with Britt and Marc after lunch. Even as I sat at my desk Monday morning, taking my pink. Lock the door. I’m waiting for you in the bedroom. -BThat was all it said. You reach for the door handle and it turns easily, the door swinging open. You step inside and close it, momentarily fumbling with the lock. “Hello!” you call out as you take off your boots. The weather had just started to turn cold and you’re bundled up for the cool fall air. Silence. “Brian?” you call out, “I’m here!”. You take off your coat and lay it over the arm of the futon. Still no reply.Your butterflies grow as. With just two of us to share this sticky new load, there was more to go around. Me and Phil now had our heads right beside each other buried between the stockinged legs that Mom wrapped around us to the soft material of her stockings rubbed against our necks.Our tongues licked and lapped at our big brother's cum as it leaked from Mom's pussy. The smell was intoxicating and the taste stronger and saltier but no less tasty than our dad's had been. It was a special treat to get to eat more than. His mouth worked against the soft creamy flesh, his jaw rhythmically pulling. Katie was in ecstasy, shed never felt such pleasure. She cradled her brothers head and tenderly pushed the streaked blond hair back from his face as he suckled. After a few minutes he loosed his grip and released Katies breast with a slurp. Her nipple was tingling and cherry red. It was half an inch longer than before, the white breast was bruised. Silently Katie used both her small hands to guide Scotts shaggy head.