His hair was combed out. He wore fake eyelashes and expertly applied make-up including lipstick, eye shadow and puff on his cheeks. Clothes-wise he wa... naked, save for the black crotchless fishnets and some black stilettos.“Do you like?” I wore only a pair of jogging bottoms – no underpants, a t-shirt and the afore-mentioned flip-flops; he could see the bulge in my groin and the small wet patch from my pre-cum, “I guess you do.” He said. At that I stood up from the red leather two-seater settee. Told her about how we used to stroke each other's backs when we were kids. Hope you don't mind."Mark shook his head. "Nothing to mind about. It was innocent fun. Nice fun too," he added with a gentle smile. "What was her reaction?" She said, 'You weren't the first, darling, I promise you.' and I blurted out, 'You and Uncle Bob?' And she nodded."Serena looked down at her hands again."Go on," said Mark. "That's not all, is it?"Serena shook her head but said nothing and her hands twisted nervously. I feel the hard bulge in Paula's knickers against my leg as wewrithe together. I feel a hand on the back of my head guiding me downPaula's body to his enpantified member. Another slight push from theunknown hand and my lips are kissing the black lace. I hear Paula's voicesay "Yes please suck me too Joanne" and then feel hands and lips in my ownpanties, engulfing my hardness into an absorbing warm wetness. Theimmediate pleasure tells me I must do the same for darling Paula. I releasehis. He came back out with a handful of tomato wedges and a couple large pats of butter, which he proceeded to divvy up into our bowls.I took my biggest chance then, with the two of us absorbed in our meals, and the cook jabbering at me between spoonfuls. I gathered my mental energies, and entered the cooks mind. As I remembered Eru doing it, I followed his thoughts and words into the verbal centers of his consciousness.We finished our food, I tried to make gestures of appreciation and thanks, and.