He ran the water, and poured in some bubbles. He sat on my bed, and took off his shoes, then he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his lap. My heart w...as racing as he kissed me for the first time. He told me to get some towels, and asked me where I kept my underwear and pj’s. I showed him my drawers. He picked out a nightie and some panties. he kissed me as he undressed me. taking off my t-shirt, my jeans, then he got on his knees and nibbled my panties down. He picked me up, carried me to the. And then I rememberedMike. He had used me for his pleasure… as a woman.Even though I was alone, I felt a sudden flush come tomy cheeks. I sat up in the large queen sized bed. Thereat the foot was the lovely pink nightgown and matchingpeignoir that Susan had laid out for me.I could faintly hear voices as if they were coming fromthe kitchen. Mike and Linda were still here. I felt soashamed — how could I ever face my friend Mike afterwhat he had done to me. And my wife Susan. Surely. "What they don't know, what they don't have to know, I mean, it won't hurt them. I s'pose."With that vote of encouragement, Alison ran her tongue up and down the sheath and length of her brother's penis: leaving a thin film of saliva behind to lubricate it and to make it shine in the early afternoon sun. One hand grabbed his hard egg-like testicles in the little bag beneath his penis that was now pulled taut and tight by the power of his erection."Ooh!" exclaimed Alan. "That feels sore!"Alison. Then she added: "So, before I go, I will take care of you as usual."That was code."What's it been since you were locked up? A week?" She glanced up from her magazine, and tilted her head to one side, waiting for his reply."It's been 14 days," Roger replied."Really?" Cynthia said, slightly frowning."Yes," her husband replied."Hmmm," Cynthia said, putting her magazine down on the coffee table in front of her. "Well then," she smiled, "I guess it's time I saw to that." Oh yes," Roger replied,.