The two-headed dildo lay between them, an end in each of their pussies.Crystal spoke, "You guys – the three of you – were amazing; so erotic and r...w. What a sex show. Maybe we should film that for Playboy."The next morning Brite woke the four of us with aromas of fresh coffee, cinnamon, and bacon. I awoke vaguely aware in my morning stupor of how sexually sated I'd been the night before. Brite had kissed me softly as she slipped from the bed I shared with Crystal and her the night before. I. ”“You’re worried about me!”I nodded, “Obviously.”“And you came on this trip for me, even if it meant we’d only cuddle. And I mean actual cuddling.”“I don’t want to hurt you, and if that means no sex for these four days, I’m fine with that. In fact, if this is going to confuse you in any way, I’d prefer we just cuddle.”“Wow! You’re actually considering the idea that doing more than just our special hugs might lead to a serious relationship?”“I’m considering that YOU think it might. That was your. Soon I could tell that she was feeling turned on, as was I with my cock eager to come out of my swim shorts. I removed my shorts with one hand as I continued to massage. I then used both hands to spread her ass and legs to get a better view of her pussy which was now visibly wet. I straddled further up her to massage her neck, I could feel that my hard cock was pressing against the outside of her pussy. She moved onto her elbows to allow me to massage her tits, as I moved forwards to squeeze. .”The voice droned on for a long time, but I could tell you if a long time was a second, or a year. My heart was surprisingly calm as the invisible entity behind the voice continued to list my sins and how grievously they wounded him. For some unknown reason I knew I was not dying that night. The voice wanted to frighten me – terrify me – but failed to raise my blood pressure, or my heart rate.The place ... I was in The Place. That much I was sure of. The Place was somewhere else, not of our.