. she’d had women make a play for her too!Lesbianism was all in fashion; but still just as messy; that’s for sure.Men she came into contact with s...cially, at the country-club or at concerts, occasionally indicated they were up for a fling with her; seeming to sense she was in a sexless marriage?It was true; she and George no longer shared a bed; or had sex.The medication he takes since having his heart bypass gradually drained him of any sexual appetite. So George got himself a dog to share his. I filled the bath upwith hot water, and put in a couple of bath bombs, making it nice andfragrant. I slid in, relaxing, luxuriating in the water. I closed my eyesand replayed the events of the day in my mind. Hmmm, that was nice. I'denjoyed the day so far. I couldn't believe it had gone so well! I'd wantedthis for so long, since the first time I dressed up in my sisters panties,I'd wanted to look like a girl from head to toe and be fucked and fuckedand fucked. Well, today it had happened!There. "Mistress Alexandra motioned for me to come to her."On your back, boy. I want you to rest your legs against the wall, and brace yourself on the floor with your shoulders."I didn't dare ask for help, but as I slowly crept to the floor, Mistress and Ms. Gere stood over me guiding my legs up against the wall."Is this Maximus that you told me about," Ms. Gere asked the Mistress."Yes. Take it out of the candle holder and replace it with your candle."Ms. Gere tugged on Maximus, and the ring of my ass. “What?”“Everything,” she sighed.We moved a step and then lay down on the soft blankets, side-by-side. We kissed a bit and then I gently took Samantha’s hand and moved it between us. She looked deeply into my eyes as her hand closed around my rock-hard shaft. She gave a few tentative squeezes.“What do I do?” she asked.“Explore,” I replied. “Just be gentle.”Samantha’s hand moved slowly up my shaft, her fingers tracing the veins, until she reached the glans. She ran her thumb over it, much as I.