”By now, my rubbing his crotch had resulted in a very serious tenting in his pants. I unzipped his fly, undid the fly button and lowered his pants. ...hen I dropped his boxers and got down on my knees.He was indeed erect. About eight inches, I would guess. His cock was cut and thick and standing mightily at attention.I wrapped my right hand around it and started to slowly stroke him. My left hand scratched and fondled his balls. They were not very big and did not hang down much at all. They were. I could see the attraction women had for him. He had a way of giving a woman 100 percent of his attention – flattering, and also a bit intimidating. But, this time, as we met at the airport, and talked in the taxi enroute to his apartment it was clear to me that the terms of our relationship had changed. My take-charge brother was no more. I was in charge. That made me uncomfortable.The first two days we were together we talked as we had not for many years and went out to a movie and I cooked. “It’s me, Johanna, Steffy’s friend. Can I come in, Mr. B?”“Johanna?” I tried to put a face to the name of my daughter’s friend. There used to be so many of them trotting in and out of the house when they were teenagers. Yeah! Then I remembered. A tall, skinny kid. They all used to call me Mr. B. because no one wanted to say ‘Mr. Bartkowiak.’I took a quick peek through the spy hole in the door, and there she was. Wow! Had she ever grown up!“Come in, Johanna! My goodness! I haven’t seen you for -. She was so beautiful! “Get me a glass of wine Slut” she demanded. I filled a crystal goblet with her favorite wine and brought it to her. “Get your cosmetic bag and put it in your purse,” she told me. As I went to do that, I deduced that it was going to be another overnight ordeal with the Masters and Mistresses we had been with before.Chris looked through my purse and removed the two dollars she found in there. “You won’t be needing any money,” she said. My bewilderment about this was.