Then I lifted her shirt off her shoulders so she was standing just in her bra, and god it made me horny, her breasts popping out while I could see her...nipples standing to attention through her bra. I lifted the strap of her bra from her shoulder and slipped my hand under her breast, it was so soft, and I could not stop feeling it. She quickly undid the bra at the back and I was instantly upon her, licking and sucker her erect, pink nipples. Slowly while I was sucking one of her nipples I. " As an afterthought, I asked, "Do you like having orgasms?"Anna giggled, "What a question to ask your sister! Of course, I love them. What woman doesn't?" Well, I love watching two women make love and giving each other orgasms; I've learned from watching because they know things about their anatomy that most males don't. Kim also taught me what to study when I watched a couple making love – moves, techniques, erogenous zones, pressure points, romance, and the attentiveness. I've learned that. I was wearing clothes that I never in my wildest dreams thought I would ever wear. I could feel the sensual silk, lace and satin against my skin. I looked down at my body and saw that the dress looked good on me. The wig was heavy but did not feel out of place, the hair was temporarily part of me.I then seemed to come out of my dream. I had done what I had set out to do. I felt vaguely uneasy and I didn't know why. And then I did realise what was wrong. I now knew how it was to look like. I could hear fine, their post coitus/orgasm/pillow talk. What I really was listening for (after those three) were signs and signals of mutiny, deception, conspiracy. Did I wish to hear such? I cannot lie. It is inexplicable, but, persists to this day. That would never happen though, ever. My name was rarely spoken of. When it was it was just in passing, the humdrum. Me and him having to perform a chore for her, or, what I'd like for breakfast. Just mundane references, never a conspiratorial act.