What we saw when we got back got my heart pounding. The three of them were naked, sitting side by side helping each other masturbate. I was mesmerized... standing in the doorway watching them,my nethers practically clinging to my panties. They all smiled up at me, while Grace took the bags from my arms. Soon enough the door was closed and locked behind me, and I was sitting on the floor in front of them all. Their fingers slowly worked over eachothers netherlips, gently prodding their clits as. She offered me her hand, perhaps a Southern ritual, and said simply, quietly, ‘It is so nice to finally meet you, Mr. Storyteller.’ We sat and sipped at our drinks as we talked. Her trip had been unexpected – a first for her, some type of work-related conference. I’d like to tell you every word of our first in-person conversation, but the only thing I remember now is that I could not stop looking into her eyes, this woman who had enchanted me for so long. I asked her if she’d like to have. She felt a warm breath on her neck. "I saw you tonight and knew I had to have you," a husky, deep voice whispered in her ear. She felt lips press against the sensitive part of her neck. She let out a soft moan of pleasure. The man's hands moved slowly up her body and caressed her breasts gently. He moved his hands down to her waist and spun her around to face him. She gasped. "It's you," she whispered. He smiled and she felt her knees weaken. He pulled her close and kissed her. His hands made. The idea of it, let alone the use of the f-word, really took me aback. I was started to stammer and back away, but part of me wanted to approach her. Again, she must have noticed my boner rising up, and giggled. “Look, your friend wants to! Come on!” I brushed her hand away, and looked at her. I wanted to do it. I really did. Then my mind was only in one place, and it was Kara. I didn’t even think about the strange circumstances surrounding our meeting. However, part of myself still needed.