As his trousers feel down around his ankles. The bulge in his tight Calvin Kleins was evident. It was directly in front of my face. "You going to look... at that bulge or are you going to do something about it?" whispered Steve. Looking back up at him my mind went back to when we were in the pub when Steve was dancing with a very fit blond. I didn't know what to say or do at this point. Steve motioned with his hand to pull them off and as an added incentive he said "I sleep naked." Kind of knowing. "I win!" She shouted."Wait! You said I would have 10 minutes," I demanded."Alright," she said, "but if I'm going to give you 10 minutes to lose your erection, I want something in return." Like what?" How about this: If you lose, you will swear, on our family bible, that you will wear any and all underwear that I pick out for you, without complaint, every single day for the rest of your life."I gulped. Any underwear? Forever? My heart thumped hard in my chest. Would I do it? Could I control. . The strong grip on the back of my neck making it clear that while he's a gentle lover, he is clearly the one in control. He lets out a long loud moan and starts to increase his pace slightly. I spread my already open legs even wider to let him know how much I enjoy him. He moans my name and I know he likes it. We lock into another passionate kiss and I put one of my hands on his perfectly round ass and pull him deeply into me while my other hand stays on his back to keep our embrace tight and. I was intrigued by this, and certainly not offended. Instead, I considered it rather risqué. It was, however, a degree of familiarity with which I was unaccustomed.For most evenings, I would hang out in my bedroom reading while Janie bathed, often conversing through the open doors. One night at dinner, she had gotten pretty heavily into the Chardonnay and I, into the Dewar's scotch. Around 9:00, we headed upstairs. As usual, Janie headed to her room and then the tub; and I lounged on my bed.