With his cock still hanging out the open fly of his jeans, he opened the door and reached and took my legs and pulled me to him. I had no clue what he... was doing. I was laughing as I felt his hands tug at my wet panties. My skirt was around my waist and I lifted my butt so he would pull them off. He looked into my eyes, then down at my pussy. A big smile came across his face. Then he stepped closer and kissed me. I could feel his semi-hard cock against my wet pussy. His lips left mine, and. Actually, with my travel schedule, I barely had any time for a social life, but when I did, I wanted a man who was ready to scratch my itch, if you know what I mean.Apparently, Michael and my brother Peter had been scratching each other's itches, a lot. It had been a shock to discover Peter swung that way, because we were pretty close and he'd never given even the slightest hint he wasn't "normal." Sorry; that was my parents' viewpoint, not mine.Anyway, they didn't take it well when he came out. As I am getting to the crux of the matter...out the corner of my eye I can see Jan a few metres away, bending over looking in my direction, I thought initially she was going to speak about the leak, but she said nothing, strange I thought to myself. However, what I did notice was her breasts pressing against the thin material of the dress, her nipples erect and straining the sheer fabric, this had the effect of making my cock swell slightly, therefore making it fairly visible, if you were. "It makes it easy to get dressed in the morning when everything in the closet is the same. Besides, it presents a certain image. A very unplumber-like image. And chicks dig it," he added with a grin."What did you just say?" Monique asked incredulously, picking up a pine cone and tossing it at him."Whoa, I was just kidding!" said Cliff, ducking the pine cone. "I certainly wouldn't want to present an image that chicks might dig." Yeah, right," said Monique."Well, do YOU dig it?" Cliff.