?It?s kind of...hot.?I felt my face flush. ?Chloe,? I said, just above a whisper.?I mean, ?I haven?t seen you like this since you got together.? True,...nd that was almost nine months ago.?See, it?s good for him too. When he goes back to his old career he?llhave improved as an actor. And if we pull this off imagine what peoplewill say. He?ll be a sensation!?Chloe started putting the things she had picked up back. ?Sure, you?reright. Just be careful. I can think of what some people will say. I pushed further up and touched her vagina with my fingers. I spat on my middle finger and inserted it a bit inside her. Sonal looked at me, a bit perplexed.I moved my other hand to her boobs under the towel and started fondling them gently. Sonal held the mouthpiece of her cell and whispered, “Stop it, Jaan.” I looked straight into her eyes and inserted my finger fully inside her vagina. “Aah,” moaned Sonal.I started to finger her nicely, probing deeper, rotating my finger inside.Sonal: Yes.. What was happening now was less intellectual, more emotional, and clearly even more sexual.The pleasure that accompanied my erection soon mounted, for Martha Jane was showing me that a dick could indeed be warmly, voluptuously, lovingly hand-milked to a rod-like firmness. She kept whispering to me as she sought new ways of touching and stroking me and varying the speed and angle of her motion. She had learned that I preferred a gradually rising intensity, that I enjoyed lingering at one sensual. When we finally moved away in the darkness Jane grabbed my hand. She felt its coldness and instead of warming it with her hands she pulled in inside her top and between her breasts. If my hand had been warmer I might have explored. As it was I just enjoyed the firm softness and the warmth. Helen’s legs pulled me closer to her cleft, scissoring gently across my face. I was sorry when we got back to her house and climbed off the sleigh. All three women bundled me inside. Jane and Ruth helped me.