I then looked at the business card. It was for an escort service.It may seem improbable, but it happened in this way; the two girls who were at all ap...ealing to me came to my front door last. Marion was a lovely young woman of about twenty who had raven hair and a little, pale face. She was small and slender, looking much like a waif in her tattered jeans and faded blouse. Jackpot! I thought."Yes, I'm Thomas Berghoff," I replied, when she introduced herself and inquired about me, her eyes open. I was tempted to answer unkindly, but decided against it. ‘Well, then who are you?’ I asked with a roll of my eyes as I fought to come up with another name from my fogged mind. ‘Freya?’ ‘Wrong pantheon,’ she replied. ‘So then, which goddess do we have the honor of meeting?’ Rodger asked with a warm smile. His own divorce was only six months old, but Rodger was never that close with his wife. I wasn’t really sure why he even married her. Rodger was obviously interested in the blonde despite the. .So, any fucking weekend for some sunny fucking fun.I text Abi.Yeah. Not a problem.We laugh. Talk about him and his problem. Which is a distraction from our problem. Us mad fuckers.I ask her to vidcon me. Take her clothes off. Touch her tits. Touch her cunt. Fuck I love her.Touch myself. Round with my finger. Moaning. Belly rising and falling with a hundred strokes. Fuck! Hot fucking girl she is.And her.Together.Hot fucking girls we are.Together. Moaning. Timing it right. Faster. Slower.. We went in the front room and chatted as we drank our tea watching the music channels and laughing as some of the older songs came on and saying how old we were when we first heard them, we were both feeling more relax and I put my hand on her leg making wendy catch her breath a little, then we were kissing each other and I was squeezing her tits they were so big and soft and I could feel her nipples getting hard though her bra and top, "touch me" she moaned and I unzipped her jeans and slid my.