You will have to be punished for this?” I nodded in agreement. “I know. I will do anything to make this right. Just tell me what to do” I said. ... was relived that Jim was not talking about ending our marriage. Any punishment short of that was a relief to me. “First, I do not want you chatting with Sarah any more. She is a bad influence on you.” I shook my head in agreement, I knew he was right. But this was a significant punishment in itself. I had really grown to have a real connection with. She was in a constant state of almost cumming, her orgasm building higher and higher and yet cumming at the same time. It was an intense feeling she’d never felt before, she was cumming yet not cumming. The feelings were sending mixed messages to her brain. My simple light touch had her begging for mercy, begging me to slide my fingers inside her and let her cum. ‘Please baby! Please let me cum!’ She said, her skin taking a bright pink hue, her breathing so ragged and rough she was almost. They broke apart and Harry said "Come on I'll take you home". They left and went out the front hand in hand. As they got in a taxi they looked an unlikely couple but both were too drunk and wrapped up in each other to notice the gaze the driver gave them as they headed back in the taxi.When they arrived Harry got to the communal door and Louise went in first and said "Which one's yours?" Harry knew this was going to be a good night and led her upstairs to the second floor and into his. 'All right close your eyes and allow me to paint a picture of something that's happening right at this very moment.''Of course. But how can you... ?' I thought for a moment and realised the question was ridiculous. 'Forget I asked.''Quite right.'What could I do but settle back and allow my brother to fill my mind with visions — maybe illusions — of something happening at another place. A distant image began to take shape, blurred at first it came increasingly into focus as it came closer. It.