I removed the pants andHelen came back holding a dress.I told her that I couldn?t go around wearing a dress.She said that was a bunch of nonsense, and...that a mancould wear a dress if he wanted to. She put the dresson me, and the feeling was indescribable. The dress,slip, panties and pantyhose all seemed to worktogether. Ecstasy was the only word I could come upwith.I decided I had to have the dress, and Helenconvinced me to buy several more dresses. She alsothrew in some skirts; that she said. Gerry was so out of it by now, her breath coming in snatches as her head strained back, and I replaced Karen’s hand with mine, and let her work on Gerry’s clit. My fatter fingers stretched Gerry’s pussy lips as first I slid two and then a third into her, and then, my slippery hand pointing like an arrow, a fourth. Gerry was incoherent, grunting with each thrust of my hand, and when I curled my lower fingers to stroke the upper part of her vagina, she moaned deep in her throat. Encouraged by. ..what does that mean? I'm not a mind reader. Unless you're a guy with a hard on..." Amy please, no jokes. It didn't bother me...until you left." Again Jenn looked for any sign of reaction. There was only a smile."Shit! My little Jenn is an exhibitionist. I'll be damned. You liked that I saw you?" Well...yeah. I havn't...you know...like that since Jeff and I have been together." That would explain the noise after I left. And it's ok to say orgasmed Jenn. After all these years you still get shy.. 'There is no doubt whatsoever, and he lies bound and silenced below the shroud, eager to be dominated, a cur true to his lifeblood.' Miriam's mature breasts poked nipples hard with dominant excitement, her wicked grin full of the divine thought of sweet retribution.'Yes, the girls will have him on his journey to the velvet bench, but they'll not be made aware of his significance till the day; they're impetuous in their spite and we don't want to spoil it for him ... but I demand that he is mine.