Even though I was probablyin second grade when I was your size little baby brother."Great now she is making more fun of me. Well I don't want to get h...rpissed or I'll end up bold if she gets pissed while trimming my hair."Okay little brother just sit in the chair while I brush your hair out."I sit in the wooden chair with my back to her mirror. I notice my sishas a whole basket full of hair stuff from combs and brushes to hairties.Maybe I'm getting excited over nothing. I start to feel sis. I came home one night to find Ada dressing to go out."We going somewhere?" Not we, just me" she said as she rolled on her nylons and clipped them to her garter belt."What's the occasion?" I need a change," she said as she slipped on a pair of black CFMs."A change from what?"As she slid into a little black cocktail dress she said, "We've been married for what, almost two and a half years now?" Yeah, about that." Well I think it is time for me to sample another cock." You what?" I'm going out. Rebecca thanked me and asked how she could repay my kindness.I could think of multiple ways that Rebecca could thank me but all of them ungentlemanly. I said that she should finish her shower as her hair was still wet but a coffee sometime would be fine. All the while dreaming of what was under that robe.I proceded back to my house and heard her shower start up again. Amazed by the events that had just taken place i could not get her out of my mind and fuled by the images in my head i went to. I love his arms. They can be so gentle and tender; like when he hugs me. And then when they are needed, I watch amazed as those ribbons of muscles swell to perform the task at hand. I love the way they bulge and ripple when flexed.The first time I saw him, he was lying on the ground in an unconscious state. I have to admit; I did gently run my fingers along the outline of his face. I secretly hoped that I would have an occasion to learn more about him. At the time, I knew the chances for that.