When the phone rang that Saturday night, I had no idea that Id get to realize my fantasies. I grabbed some champagne and my husband and once again wen... next door to sit in the hot tub and fantasize . . . It was another typical Saturday night next door. Blah, blah, blah. OK, sure, Ill have another drink. Roger got out of the tub and went inside for more Champagne. When he came out of the house and I looked at him I couldnt miss the hard on he was sporting. I couldnt believe my luck. Hes such a. We were getting into bed and playing and having really good orgasms, without penetrative sex, that was something I really wanted to do, but my brother was terrified, so I had to bide my time, and it eventually came early one morning.I had to get up early one morning to go pee, and as tippy-toed past his bedroom onto the bathroom I stopped and peered inside. He was lying on his back, with just a sheet covering him, which was nice, as I could easily see, he had an erection.I went into the. Who you were before ... and now..."He tapered off. This wasn't going well at all. Thankfully, she sat, listening."I want you to remember some things," he said, trying again. "I think you'd want to remember them too ... I think they'd be important to you ... to us ... but at the same time, I DON'T want you to remember some of the really painful things."She sat, still, stiff. When he didn't go on, she spoke."Can I say something now?" Yes," he said weakly."Do these painful things that I can't. "I glanced at Sophie who was still nude which made my dick throb againstits spikey cage and lowered my eyes. "Thank you for the use of your whoreof an assistant," I uttered, Sophie turned away but not before I saw atear roll down her cheek. I was told to go out and wait in the car whichI did Tara eventually followed me at in the car and drove us home.On arriving home I was informed that I was to put the women's clothes inmy drawers and wardrobe then put my male clothes in the bags, these.