So, which rooms did you want to merge?" I asked nervously. "Well, there's three rooms upstairs and two downstairs. I'd like these right over here merg...d and two others upstairs. Oh! I have to show you the view from the upstairs bedrooms. I'm considering a small balcony overlooking the pool and garden. Come look!" She said walking up to the stairs. I quickly checked my pants and realised I was pitching a tent pretty hard. I adjusted myself and followed behind her. Now, behind her up the stairs,. The girls started to tell me and Jim what they were doing. The slutty girl’s friend stared to describe what she was doing. It all stared with her telling about her new panties. She said “Marry stop stripping. wow those are a lot bigger then mine. Wow 33c. Your tits are the greatest color of pink I have ever seen. Wow your pussy is really wet isn’t it? Can I touch it?” After that all we heard was moaning. Me and jim were like bullshit. I said I bet your not doing anything. Mary then came on. The real problem was what he was going to say to her and how. The what was simple. He was flattered but, much as he liked her, she was not his sort as far as marriage was concerned. Why not? Age, background, interests and most importantly no attraction. What if she flung herself at him in weeping hysteria? Disengage gently. The other what ifs were endless and he realised that he would just have to react swiftly, firmly and gently to anything that came up. He smiled ruefully to himself. Easier. He smoothed his hands over his pristine royal blue leotard stretched tightly over his well-fed stomach and arse and smiled. His danskin tights gleamed in the light. He slowly walked into the kitchen where the lodger, Ethan, was kneeling on the table in his tight, long-sleeved maroon lycra leotard and glossy ivory tights. The soles of his slippers were resting under his pert arse. The satin ribbons of his maroon ballet slippers crisscrossed his shins. Ethan’s lip gloss sparkled as he beamed at.