" But do you want to?" Yes, I want to see your tits." But do you want to put my brassiere on? You have to want to, Alan. It's no good otherwise." And ...aying this, Grace leaned in so that Alan's view of her cleavage was even better.He took a deep breath and another gulp of wine. He felt like his cock might burst. "Please, Grace, I want to wear your bra. Please." Brassiere." Yes. Please, Grace, would you please let me wear your brassiere. I very much want to wear it. Please."Grace smiled sweetly. The three of us headed for our bedroom as my wife led the way as Michael followed behind. He stared directly at my wife’s gorgeous ass as she made sure she showed it off to him. Once inside the bedroom Michael stood there nervously as my wife began to lift up his shirt off him. “We need to remove these clothes first,” she said to him. Michael stood there with a huge bulge in the front of his shorts. His cock jetted several inches outward as my wife moved onto them next. She slowly tugged on. "Well, come on. I haven't got all day. I need you outside to continue our experiment. If I could do it myself I'd have let you sleep, but since I can't, you'll have to do it for me and then head back to bed."I still hadn't gotten any coffee. Man, what a crummy way to start a day. Everyone ignoring me, no one remembering one of the most important days in a young man's life, everyone acting rude and Cate, my dear sister, acting like I'm holding her up by purposefully being slow.I got to my feet. ‘Come with me,’ she said. ‘I have something wonderful to show you.’ She lead me up the stairs to the bedroom and told me to undress. I eagerly shed my clothes, only to discover that my enthusiasm and desire didn’t match up with the limp noodle between my legs. ‘I’m sorry honey, I guess the doctor just couldn’t help.’ With a sexy smile my wife said something that I couldn’t hear. All of the sudden, my penis started to swell and expand. I looked down in amazement as blood filled out the head.