"And he did, twice more in succession, so it was well after coffee time before the satisfied siblings eventually got round to showering together."I di...n't think I would but actually I came both times," she said wonderingly as she soaped his back, "Like all the magazines that I've read reckon very few women have a orgasm during intercourse" I thought you only studied text books?" Not when I'm waiting in mother's surgery, but thank you Jake, that was more than great."...One morning a few days. It was the first time I’d seen her dressed that way. I was about to turn back to my eggs when she turned the page. Normally, turning a page would be pretty unremarkable. However, the armholes for her sweatshirt were enormous and when she turned the page, she straightened her arm completely. That left me a straight shot view into the sleeve of her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I knew this because I could clearly see the soft flesh of her tit.I flipped my eggs and waited for her to read another. Reluctantly, she turned to Rob, and admitted, "okay, I want to see it."Rob didn't need the coaxing that Emily did. As soon as he was given the word, he dropped his briefs, exposing his rock-hard penis. My wife was mesmerized. She stared at it, apparently at a loss for what to do next. She looked at me, as if for guidance.I offered no such guidance. Hell, I didn't even know what I wanted her to do. This hadn't been planned, and as I said, I wasn't really into sharing my wife. But nothing thus. She knew what he was looking at – she’d seen herself often enough in mirrors; she was short, with coffee colored skin, large dark brown eyes, long, dark, almost-black hair, and a compact, but well-rounded figure. Her breasts were certainly not the huge melons of some of the girls – more tangerine sized, but she had nice hips and a full butt. He looked her over one final time, with a hint of amusement, then walked back to the door to the apartment and wordlessly wedged the door shut with a.