“Next time I come out, we’ll meet in Boston.”“Egon Zehnder is planning to open a Boston office early next year,” Abel said. “We’ll proba...bly get the on-site support contract for them as well.”“Has Sam been told about that?” I asked. “She’ll need to take that into account for the database project.”“I believe she knows,” Abel replied. “But I’ll call her to make sure.”“Thanks. Those are the kinds of things we need to share, even if you think someone already knows. It goes back to what I was saying. Brianturned back and retrieved his screwdriver. She watched without a tingeof reservation ordiscomfort, knowing that the show was for her pleasure. His legs werewell built and hisbutt firm. Doris let her hand tickle her upper thighs through thelight material of hershorts. She watched as his muscles flexed while he turned thescrewdriver. With only afew turns and a couple of test closings, Brian announced that he wasfinished. He turnedand Doris let her eyes fall on his erect member. She watched. To make matters worse, once I started to become aware that my own wetness was perfectly visible, I also became aware of the growing bulge in his shorts as he snapped pictures of me. There was no avoiding it: he was developing a pretty big hard-on. There was no escaping the reason why I dressed as I was; right there in only my soiled little satin purple panties.Jesus, I thought, my brother and I were becoming aroused for each other. This was my worst fear coming true. It was, to say the least,. Hove ran over to Ned and proceeded to rouse him, by delivering stinging slaps to his face. On the third slap Ned grumbled, lifted his head, and from his seated position gazed into Hove's midriff. "Good lord Brighton! Put it away... What a sight for a chap to awaken to."Brighton glanced down, his right hand cupped his 'crown jewels' and returned them to the inside of his britches. "Sorry Holmes, I forgot I was in a state of dis-array." Apology accepted, if you can just assist me in getting out.