. how can ..." Mike said, hitting all the highlights without ever completing a sentence."Mmmm ... yes we can. I'm pretty sure that since the refrigera...or still works, the armoire will as well, in case we need an aid."Blushing profusely, Mike allowed himself to be lead into the bedroom.---"I don't understand why you want to go shopping" Jason said as they strolled the local mall. "You've got a magical armoire that will produce any outfit you want. Why shop?" That's because you think like a man". There we can see it all as we had a Awesome corner seat with just enough privacy 3 stories up and some living decor. Ordering apps and beverages the conversations started to get loose. The girls were more freely about the answers they gave me, to the point it was all about sex. Positions, sizes, parts of the body, colors, toys, oils, sex cocktails you name it we talked about. They brought it up so of course I am going to keep it flowing.They both were BI sexual which turned me on even more than. Evening meals on weekdays would be at half past seven, but that allowances would be made if I were kept late at work. On Saturday, usually my half-day, and Sunday dinner would be at half past one, after church, with high-tea at six. This was all a far cry from the poverty of my childhood, with my parents snatching a hurried slice of bread and a mug of mock coffee, made from burned crusts as they sat at their work, but I had some indirect knowledge, as most of the boys I had known at grammar. God, I had started loving my job."I'm Rebecca Stevens." She offered once she had stopped laughing. "Justcall me Becky. It was my Grandmother's name." She told me with a slightflush of embarrassment."It's a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl," I assured her, taking inher perfect oval of a face and large brown eyes. "My middle name is mymother's. Elise. I lost her when I was six years old." Oh, I'm so sorry!" Becky answered while giving me a tight hug."Thank you." I returned her hug,.