We were wrapped in an aura of lust so nothing existed externally outside our mesmerizing cocoon. Sheri's hands roamed from my hips to the buckle of my...belt and the top of my zipper. The index finger and thumb of Sheri's right hand grabbed the metal tab and slowly pulled down. I placed my right hand on Sheri's head and my left rested on her right shoulder. Sheri's left hand unlatched the buckle of my belt and the button of my trousers. She looked up at me, hesitated then refocused on her task,. She told me how to put them on.Again, I nodded as if I was listening to her while I rolled them downand delicately brought them up my legs.Fatima guffawed as I brought the control top over my groin withoutputting a single run in the pair. She shook her head at me. I couldtell that she realized that I had definitely done this more than a fewtimes before.She walked around me and giggled as she stood behind me. I'm sure theerection that was poking at the back of my pantyhose was the source. . that's weird to think..." she giggled. She then tensed upslightly. She remembered what she had been going through as him, thecrisis of identity. She wondered if that affected this new Jose. Shewondered if he had the other thoughts she'd had as him... about... well,her."Maybe I should go check up on him..." As she thought this she feltherself getting aroused. She remembered that since she had the week off,because her benefactors were away on business, that she hadn't beenfucked at all today.. Of course he was telling me, not asking me...I sat in the chair, my erection straining uncomfortably against my slacks. I did not have to worry about modesty. I was fully dressed. Kerry was in a cupless merry widow set with garters and fishnet stockings. Thomas was the only one nude.Light streamed in through the bedroom window. We had chosen to do this in our home, knowing that Kerry's screams of pleasure would have caused hotel guests to complain, and would have likely lead to us being.