"Let's go see then," I said.Lisa led the way, her shapely bum weaving an almost mystical spell in front of my eyes. "What was the matter with the wash...ng machine?" she asked.I held up the wire. "Part of one of your bra's I think."Lisa turned bright red, then gave a little giggle. "Yes you're probably right, just have to sort them out to find out which one." I'd offer to help, but need to check out a bed," I said with a grin.Lisa gave another giggle and led me into one of the bedrooms with a. Of course, I never got to use any of those girls myself (I had no desire for any of Neil's boys - still don't), and Carson just laughed when I asked if I could have his discards. He told me to get my own chicks.Dad was not happy about Carson's lifestyle, and even less happy when Carson decided he didn't need the home life anymore and left with some blonde bimbo he was screwing. I didn't see him again for years.My other brother, Conrad (or Rad), was the family athlete. Football, Baseball, Golf,. A couple months ago they were all out at a wine bar for a wine tasting and things got crazier and later than normal so she and another friend needed a sober driver to get everyone home. I got the call, crawled out of bed, put on some sweats and hit the road. I texted my wife when I got there and a few minutes later saw her and her friend come out to get in the car. Her friend was a cute blonde with a great "girl next door" type of vibe and a nice body. My wife is a beautiful red head. They were. Oh to know then what I know now, but isn't it always that way? I mean I had these girls that literally would have done anything for me, and I only occasionally asked them to dress up for me. As a matter of fact, it was usually when they already had their pantyhose on and I just asked that they leave them on for a while during foreplay. And since it was the 70's and 80's, girls didn't wear skirts or dresses without hose.Also, I have a pretty good sized penis. It's not John Holmes, or even some.