.." That one caught me off guard and I stopped stoking for a second and was considering my response to her when she said, “Sweetie, I know you have ...een lusting after her for years, you do not need to be ashamed of it with me, I just want to work it in to my own little fantasy here ok?” I figured hey, that sounds about right to me and something I would do, so I started telling her about what I used to like to dream about doing with sis back then… “At first it was mainly just thinking about how. Debbie knew how much I enjoyed sex with men, more so then with women, and when she mentioned it to Lisa they thought that maybe they would turn me into a crossdressing slut, to be for the pleasure of anyone, at anytime. After seeing me in that role yesterday and last nite,, Lisa became convinced that I'd love it. She had however wanted to add a wrinkle to it. Apparently Tom was her husband, and she offered to trade him to Debbie, if she could have me as her play toy. It was a little weird. The plan is to remember that dream you just had. You take a deep breath, take a seat in your sofa, close your eyes, and slowly start stroking. Several minutes go by, but you just can't get that dream back into your mind. Not one scene comes back. Frustrated, you stop masturbating. You sit there in quiet for a time, upset with yourself for not being able to remember, not being able to release. There's a soft knock on the front door and hear a faint voice from a man saying "Hey bro, you around?". Hope it doesn't screw up our charters."Jimmy laughed, "It's yours anyway. This is the first Lear you got. Remember the rat aircraft you brought back, or rather that I flew back? This is it. See you when you get back, Chuck, you too, Lisa."No one seemed to think our wearing fatigues was unusual. I guess I did enough weird stuff that fatigues just added to the mystical nature of my life.In a couple of minutes, we were blasting down the runway, rotating into a steep climb, heading almost due.