I was actually happy to get out for a little while and was curious about the new apartment. I kissed my wife goodbye and left completely innocently.W...hen I arrived at the new apartment I was impressed that this was a pretty cool pad. It was a very old quad building built around 1920 with a lot of quirks and personality; the kind of place I would love to buy and tinker with. Anyway, we started assembling the Ikea junk and it was getting a little weird. I started getting an erection watching. Of a lot of houses, in a suburb which had the cops on speed dial. He didn't care. His hands pulled Sam's hips forwards, and traveled up towards her summer blouse, sweeping upwards in a pulling motion, designed to reveal two golden orbs of beauty. "Why, I see you took my advice," he whispered. Jon's mouth latched onto Sam's lips and his hands stroked her breasts to harden the nipples and bring mini gasps of pleasure through Sam's throat. He continued to massage her breasts, making Sam's chest. His shoe size was also very smallfor a man and again he was able to wear any of his sister's shoes orboots. He had a very soft beard too, and didn't really need to shaveevery day, even though he did out of habit, and he had been removing hisbody hair with Nair for so long that no-one really questioned why hedidn't have any, they just assumed that was his natural look.As soon as he was sure that the coast was clear he went straight to thebathroom and ran a nice hot bath. Whilst the bath was. Sweat was starting to bead at his forehead. "My, I need you. Please? Please! Mycroft..." At this point, he found precisely zero good reasons to restrain that string of words from escaping his mouth. His raised an eyebrow and pulled the toy out of him, leaning over him and nipping his neck "We still have one more toy to go, brother."One. Just one. He could manage one, right? Sherlock nodded, letting go of his now slightly bloody lip, and took a deep breath. He could attempt to deduce what.