? ?Er?perhaps not,? said Cathy, rising from the toilet bowl, her hands full of sopping wet pantyhose. ?But I think you?d better let ME unpack.? ?As yo... wish,? I said, and, turning, I went in and lay down on the four-poster that was the central piece of furniture. ************************************************************ BEING ANOTHER EXTRACT FROM CATHY?S DIARY (Kept in shorthand). I had finished unpacking and putting away our belongings and noticing that Cassandra had fallen asleep, I. "Oh, you lucky girl."Was she making fun of me? She cooed it like she really meant it. What was I supposed to say?"Wasn't it unbelievable?" she asked.Unbelievable might be the right word."To tell you the truth, I thought it was weird. All the stuff he does is weird. I didn't even let him get to use them. He does this weird stuff and I'm supposed to think it's sexy?" The lady doth protest too much, methinks." Huh?" It's from Hamlet, you know, Shakespeare. He took me Thursday night. Hamlet's. Megan had fallen backwards onto me making it a little harder to pound into her but I found a way. After a couple of seconds I felt something on my testicles. When I looked down I saw who had to be Laura licking Megan’s juices off my testicles, then she moved up and started lashing out at Megan’s clitoris with her tongue. The assault brought Megan to a second climax in no time at all. Moments later I felt that all too familiar tingling feeling in the base of my testicles. I didn’t know if. "Not much timeleft. Let's hurry and dress you, Cherie." Thank you, Sweet," I smilingly followed them into the bedroom wherethey had my clothing laid out.In minutes, I was dressed and Trisha was combing out my hair while Annreapplied my make-up. But the outfit I wore was a strange one indeed!My only underwear consisted of garter belt and silk stockings if you cancall that underwear! Both were of deep blue silk, and the stockingsmolded themselves to my legs, outlining every curve.Over this, I.