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" As I stood, I had to adjust my (well Jane's) thong."Don't you just hate that?" Jane laughed."Yeah the only draw back!" I smiled."Dan...you look great in that set," Jane stated honestly as I blushed. "Why don't you keep that set, the bra is a little small for me and you look so good in it." Thanks," I said just standing there, smiling at her "And thanks again for being so kind about this."Jane stood up and came and gave me a hug. "Hmmm my little brother is getting some pretty good muscles," she said as we embraced. My arms wrapped round her, we just stood there holding each other. Before I knew what was happening I could feel my cock twitching in my thong as it started to grow. Jane started to pull away, could she feel it, again I started to panic."Dan, do you..." she started to speak, then stopped as she looked down and stared at my hardening cock, "Wow my brother really is growing up.I stood there blushing further. "I'll go and get changed, then maybe we can chat some. Imagine that. She was begging him to finish, sothat she could spend the rest of the night in quiet torment. Her pussy grabbedhis cock. It was the most seductive feeling in the world, like tiny fingersgrasping his shaft imploring him to give up. He ripped off her blindfold. Hewanted to see her eyes. He wanted her to look at him. He grabbed her sore nipplesand clenched. She no longer screamed at the pain. She was past that. She hada wild look in her eyes. "Pinch them harder," she growled. He did, harder and harder. The moment was no longer tender. He gripped hernipples furiously. She clung to the lifeline of his cock. With neither armsnor legs to secure her, she held him tightly with her damp and warm sex. Thedesperation of her predicament pervaded, and she felt him spasm. His eyes rolledback and, with a groan, he released his tension deep inside her. He came formoments, then collapsed on top of her and held her close. She wished she couldreciprocate and hugged him without appendages..
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