Brad spoke softly into the dark, “ Hey Nicky, come on out here, it’s ok.”A stringy nervous white youth emerged from the gloom; not looking at me...but at Brad, as if for guidance. He had longish fair hair and was nearly my height of 5’-6’’. He looked every inch a virgin.“ok Nicky, do you wana say hello to the lady?”“yeh; hello”“Ok; ya wana show this lady what ya can do for her don’t ya!”“yeh ... that’s right.”Observing the pair, I realised they were far more nervous at the situation than. I broke off my kiss with Linda and took Claire’s chin in my left hand lifting her head up to meet mine, kissing her on the forehead, then her nose before reaching her full lips, her breath coming in short soft gasps. The girls had swapped places, Linda sucking on my nipple and stroking my cock as Claire returned my kiss. My hand on her breast was making her moan even more, little squeals escaping her as we kissed, echoing in my own head each time I squeezed her nipple. The smell of her sex was. I unsnapped the garter tabs from the nylon stockings androlled them down my legs like I had seen Carol do when she had wornthem. I reached around behind me, and after some fumbling, unhooked mygarter belt. Carol told me to sit on the toilet and pee. In this body,it would almost be an impossibility for me to stand up and pee. As Iwalked the couple of steps to the toilet, I noticed that the insides ofmy thighs were wet and gooey as they rubbed against one another. Thewater splashing into the. Stepping into that room, I turned both vibes up a notch or two. You stopped in mid step for a split second, squeezed my hand tight and looked at me, your eyes wide and your mouth open slightly. "Damn!" you whispered as we continued our walk.A couple of the pieces of art caught our attention and demanded we stop to examine more. Others joined us and we all engaged in conversation, which not surprisingly turned a little risque even as we maintained appropriate decorum. We moved to another piece.