"I hear that area's even more sensitive thenyour butt." But the choice is yours, Babs and Lucy. Do you want to make outtogether or have us go after y...u again? What's it going to be?"The sobbing sissies looked at each other. They couldn't endure anotherassault like the one they'd just undergone. In wispy voices, their wordsbroken up by shuddering gasps, they managed to answer."I... I'll do the make-out... thing," Babs said."If those are my choices, I'll do it too," Lucy seconded."Well isn't. We left Mel sitting there looking slightly annoyed and traveled to the bathroom at the back of the restaurant. The had a large unisex bathroom that, thankfully, was empty. We stepped inside, not worried over who might have seen us. She backed herself against the wall, dragging me with her. Before either of us could think, I removed her skirt and panties. Her clothes fell to the ground like celebratory confetti. Allison giggled. I lifted her leg and she removed her shirt. Her breasts were still. You sure you don’t mind? I don’t want to steal your seat.” “No, not at all! You go ahead – and sleep well, in case you’re zonked before I get back.” I had the strangest urge to stretch up and kiss him goodnight; it felt easy and natural, and I stopped myself just before I did so. Oddly, I had the sense that he was about to bend down to kiss me as well! The moment passed, but as we slid past each other in the narrow aisle I was extremely aware of his hands on my shoulders and the heat and. Gina remained flirtatious in a friendly way, but without the gypsy costume, stayed in character as a suburban housewife, and did not stray from her marital vows. But I think we both got a taste of something more exciting, and we wanted to experiment with the gypsy wife. One evening, with my encouragement, and with no charity as an excuse, Gina got dressed up again. I could feel the transformation, as she swayed in front of me in her gypsy skirt. I watched her legs, those of a natural dancer..