i let my step brother cum between my tits (part 2, a little shorter than part 1)

The next morning I woke up with a smile on my face, I jumped out of bed with a spring in my step and went to relieve myself, my step brothers door was open but his room was dark and quiet. I did my business and washed up. Before I went to dress (I was still in the shorts and t-shirt I slept in) out of curiosity I poked my head in to his room, he was very much awake and jerking off, I smiled when I saw my lace panties wrapped around his cock. He was taking it slow this time, enjoying the feel of the lace no doubt. He was wearing head phones so I had to step in to his room before he noticed me, I stood by his bed, hands on hips trying to hold back my grin, when he saw me he jumped, struggled with his headphones and looked like he didn’t know what to do with my underwear or his erection. I asked him sternly ‘I hope you’re thinking about what you’re supposed to be thinking about with those in your hand.’ he looked confused again and I couldn’t hide the smile anymore, when I did he visibly relaxed, ‘well, were you?’ I asked. He looked at my panties, still wrapped around his dick and smiled

I let my step brother cum between my tits

My step brother and I are both 21, his father and my mother married when we were 10. we have always been close until a few years ago when I went off to uni. We still spoke on the phone and texted fairly regularly but I hadn’t been back to the family home for a year and a half (I spent last Christmas at uni with friends and the previous summer I spent some time in Europe). My brother still lives at home and has been working at his dads building company since leaving school.

an afternoon with Giselle. [f][f][m] a work in progress, make a suggestion.

The morning after my amazing night with Gio I woke up around ten-ish, the sun shining through the double patio doors that led to a small but functional balcony, I stretched and smiled as a few choice memories flashed through my mind.

I had a quick shower and freshened up while the coffee brewed, then took a mug out on to the balcony. The sea was on the other side of the property so my view was of the mountains and above the flower garden, there can’t be many places as pleasant as here to wake to. I had some breakfast sent up as I thought about visiting the beach that Giselle had mentioned the previous evening.

I changed out of my t-shirt and shorts in to a fairly modest bikini (as modest as bikini‘s get) with a flowery pattern, a sarong, also a bit flowery, wrapped around my waist sitting just beneath my belly button, some canvas and string flip flop’s and a big, floppy straw hat to top the outfit. The owner of the B&B was kind enough to pack me a lunch so with that I set off towards the coast road.

a night with Gio a kinky little story for boob lovers.

I’m thirty-four and recently divorced, no cheating or anything on either side, we just grew apart after nearly fifteen years. We have a teenage daughter together who spent the beginning of the summer holiday’s with her Dad this year (they went to Florida for a couple of weeks). We have been separated for almost two year’s now but barely intimate for much longer, we just saw each other differently, and I must admit neither of us had dressed up nice for a meal out or anything in a long time. More like brother and sister than husband and wife.

When my ex moved out it was autumn, so the cold and sense of loss meant I spent most of my time in a dressing gown curled up on the sofa (my daughter being out with her friends more often than not). I was a bit miserable. Until around spring time last year, I was having a bit of a clear out when I found a pile of old photos from when our girl was little and remembered how much happier I looked back then and it showed in my appearance.