I had often lusted after her myself. It pleased me to know that I was small enough to fit into her clothes.I asked him if it would be all right for me...to maybe try on some of her other things later on. At first he was a little surprised that I would ask if I could try on his sister's clothes, but then, in a rather accepting way, he grinned and he told me that after he had made love to me, that I could do whatever I wanted to do. Then he returned to his kissing and I forgot about everything. Our sex was always in the missionary position and there was little or no fore play. Bob did have staying power so our sessions weren’t quickies but they ended as soon as he ejaculated.After our second child was born our irregular sex life became non existent. It turned out Bob didn’t want another child so we quit having sex.A friend of mine talked me into joining a bowling league so we could get out one night a week. We would go bowling then hit a night spot or two. We were semi regulars at one. “Come closer to me, bruh,” he told me while picking up the bar of soap. “You’re not under the water.” I stepped closer to him so that the water could hit me and immediately our dicks touched. I tried not to think too much about it because I wasn’t gay and had never even thought about doing anything with another dude. My hormones were definitely controlling my every action by that point because I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. His hormones must’ve been controlling him as well because without. 'Oh, I really think if you wanna write, just stick to the original sum' she cooed.'Em?' I blurted out'Dont make me regret that I came over last night ok?''I don wanna make it into business, but just take it ok?'She pulled on my shoulder to turn me around. I turned to face her, and she kissed me on my lips.'I enjoyed the night too, its been quite a while. Wasnt business.'I looked at her, summing her up. At this point, a tinge of guilt washed over me. I donno, I kinda regret surging her. I.