You’re not gay, if that’s what your worried about.” “I know I’m not gay. I'm Married. But somehow it didn’t seem right. But somehow I coul...n’t help it.” “So don’t worry about it. Even if you were attracted for a minute, sex is sex. It's all good. Just drop it. Will the Steelers beat the spot this weekend?” It wasn’t exactly a smooth transition, but it worked. We talked football and it took my mind off the showers… sort of. By the time my wife Joanie got home I was a raging maniac. I practically. You continue to rub my pants as you start to urge me to the edge of the bed. Without stopping the slow deep kisses, you take off my shirt. You slowly untie my pants and gently pull off my boxers, allowing my throbbing shaft to be free. As you continue to rub me, you stroke the tip spreading the precum all on the shaft. With a final deep kiss, you push me back on the bed so I am sitting on the edge. You seductively whisper to me to keep my hands off and lower yourself so you face my erection. “You have beautiful eyes and I hope you don’t mind mybeing up front with you?” I was stunned but fascinatedat the same time. “Well, no I am not offended; I am very flattered infact. That’s the first nice thing I’ve heard fromsomeone else in a while,” I said. She then drew closer and asked if I had ever consideredbeing with another woman, while she pulled a straystrand of hair from my face and placing it behind myear, then using her finger she traced my. I sniffed her hair and felt the heat of my own breath as I listened to her breathing.I started rubbing her arm witth my right hand going the full length up and down. She moved her arm slightly back and I didn't change the angle of my hand stroking it. As a result it was now intermittently stroking the side of her left breast. I continued the subtle but meaningful path and saw no complaints from my sister. Instead, she slid her knee up a bit more until it was just below my crotch. This was.