In the center of the saddle a very real looking dildo pointed up luridly. My purse fell to the floor, followed by my stomach and jaw. No, this was int...lerable. Totally unacceptable.“I see you’ve met our new company trainer, Mr. Sybian,” the teen laughed from the door of his office. “Why don’t you wheel him in here and I’ll let you two get intimately acquainted.”“Yes sir” I mumbled.In a state of numb shock, I wheeled it into the office, careful to conceal it as best I could from the other female. There were questions about how Trisha and Mark met, and Margie and Jessie then added their stories of how they met their husbands. As the time and conversation flew by, Trisha became more at ease. She liked these two women and noted how much different it was between them and her former in-laws. She felt accepted and it didn't feel phony to her."You know what?" Jessie began, breaking Trisha out of her thoughts. "Margie and I usually have a girls' shopping day the Friday after Thanksgiving to do. They have lithe tight bodies and prominent nipples protruding unrestrained through tight vests. They also have matching very short skirts and, as Pia bends over, white thongs.While the girls are setting up camp I drop my towel and slide on my shorts. As I look up Helena is looking my way and says something to Pia and they laugh. Once everyone is settled I make another brew and we sit around the fire and talk. Thankfully they speak English very well. Both girls are relaxed and happily show. One girl was lying on her back, her head resting on what looked like a towel. The top of her head was towards me, her legs away. Her knees were bent and up in the air, spread wide enough to accommodate the girl lying between. I could again only make out the top of her head, but it was clear what she was doing. I could feel my cock spring to attention again. She was eating the other girl's pussy! I'd never seen this, at least not in real life. Videos, sure. I moved quietly to get a better.