I was back in charge of myself again, thanks to some mysterious mental manipulations by Grandpa Harley.That thought came later though. The first thing...I realized was that I was locked on something, or rather we were locked on something. No slippery-slidey evasion, no fading in and out or around. We were locked on a molecule of something."Good! Good!" Bud was screaming in my ear. "That's it! You've got it"I felt Harley's eagerness just behind and beside mine. I felt the question in him just as I. Our conversation started to include a lot of sexual innuendos, so I took the opportunity to bring up Mark Twain's observation that one woman could outlast several men sexually. I said it depended on the man and that I thought I could 'take on' both of them. Not expecting anything to happen, I was amazed when both my girlfriend and her bff friend 'D' agreed to my challenge. I immediately got hard thinking about this and also immediately agreed to it as well - they might win the bet but it would. Myvery painful right breast. The pain exploded through me, and almost made mecum there and then. This was followed a few seconds later with another whiplash,but this time to my left breast. Wow! I can't keep myself from cumming I thought.And the right breast, and then the left breast, and again and again. Ooh! Then he stopped. Don't stop I tried to say, but again Uurgh. Then I smelled candle wax. Hot burning candles. And suddenly I realised thathe was letting molten candle wax fall onto my. My somewhat overweight, 40's something body wasn't that good anyway. "Don't sweat it dearie, I've been through two husbands and six kids. If I haven't seen it or washed it, you haven't got it." That did not help a lot as I pulled the curtain closed and quickly dried off. Wrapping the towel around me, I opened the curtain to find all three of them standing there. The tallest of the three handed me a mug of hot cocoa. That did help. What surprised me was they were all dressed like something.