I thought It was my chance to show her my naughty desires. Next day morning I woke up and my sister was making breakfast for us.I removed my boxers an...d went to the kitchen naked as there was no one in the house.I hugged her from behind and she was shocked to see me naked and Commented you have a very nice penis as she was unable to guess its actual size during the night.I was happy that she was okay with my nudism. She also asked me to pose for pictures and sent them to her friends.She also. When we got them off i told John to hold on a second as i was bursting for a wee. My wife was now lying on the bed with her legs hanging over the end wearing just her panties and blouse(she did have a bra on ). I went to the toilet but from the toilet i could see in the mirror on our dressing table my wife on the bed with John stood beside her i started having a wee and made sure John could hear me at the toilet but he didnt know i could see him in the mirror.As i watched i saw John pull. She smiled at him and looked up into the sky. The first stars of evening were beginning to show themselves.There was some small talk and he found himself trapped in her voice. As lost as he was, he acutely noticed her hand slowly traveling his leg. He also noticed when she played with his stiffening cock.She continued talking to him as she stroked him. He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes feeling her wonderful hands on him. She took his hand and placed it on her boobs making it clear what. We haven’t so much as hugged!”It took a few moments to get her to accept the revelation, but she calmed down.“As I was saying,” I continued, “Anala suggested that I work on self-analysis - write in my journal and look at the mistakes I’ve made and see if I can figure out why I did what I did, and ultimately, who I am. ‘Who is Steve Adams?’ is the real question.”Jackie laughed, “Who is John Galt?”“Huh?” I asked. “John Galt?”“I guess you never read Ayn Rand. It’s from her book, Atlas Shrugged..