Shaking violently, she came. Watching Harold play with himself. "No, Harold, not yet, theres more." She said, quickly jumping up and walking to the...bedroom door. Harold stopped what he was doing, and felt the tightness return to his stomach when she opened the door, and three young men, naked walked out. Each was built well, weight lifters maybe, and all were supporting raging hard ons. "Now for the real show, baby." She said, with a wicked smile."Lisa, I................" You what. (I'll stop using French now; I've forgotten so much!)Safiya is, if you can imagine, a blue eyed, black haired beauty with a figure like a Sofia Loren who has toiled in the fields. Strong, tanned, muscled and intensely womanly. In fact, she bore more than a passing resemblance to the great Italian beauty, I realised."Maurice knows I like you. He understands that I have not had a man since my husband was killed." But Safiya, I shouldn't be alone with you! Nor should you be stroking my groin like. After a few drinks it was really easy to encourage Emma to tell us all the sordid details of her sexual adventures. I had noticed that on the nights Emma had been round and probably from the effects of the wine we had had sex with Lisa was always better. It seemed that even though Lisa sat relatively quiet when Emma was giving all the dirty little details of her latest exploits, she always went a little further than normal in bed. But tonight was different Emma had been telling us about a. "How about now?Maybe the outfit can get a rise out of you?"It was like their jaws all dropped in unison as he tossed away the robe.Their buddy, their lead singer, their stage diva, now stunned them evenfurther as he posed in an outfit they could have never imagined him in.Across his forehead sat short bangs just above his arched brows, andbehind them swung high pigtails. Big white bow tie bows above a navyaccent ribbon held them daintily in place, and beneath the prettydecorative bow, each.