" Joyce just looked up at me, standing on her tip toes, kissing both my nipples, and hugging me closer to her. It wasn't really an answer, not with wo...ds, but I think she meant it was because she loved me.As the group progressed, I felt us all coming closer together. I don't mean there wasn't still friction, but, underneath all that, there was a solid feeling of being connected. I started understanding that Joyce had been right about each of the girls loving me. I loved all of them too. The. We had sex in the living room of the flat. Mike can be, shall we say, a little 'quick'. This is one of the reasons I rarely (if ever) come during actual straight sex with him.He climaxed in a few minutes as usual, taking the chequered flag just as I was leaving the pits and it left me more than a little "deflated", fuelled up, foot to the floor but race over. He had taken off all my clothes but I didn't put on anything on again, I just slipped through for my dressing gown and sat in that,. "What else?" I asked."Tommy put his hands..." she trailed off."Where?" Do I have to tell you?" she whined."Yes," I said, determination in my voice."He ... he put his hands on my boobies!" It came out in a rush."So, he put his hands on your breasts over your sweater. That's not too bad," I said."No..." she said, looking at the floor."No, he didn't touch your breast or, no, he didn't touch them over your sweater?" I demanded."No, he didn't touch me over my sweater," she said."Then how did he. Now she completely understood my intention and she enjoy the situation. She told she wore it twice, but I told I don’t mind buying it.She suddenly turned her back to me, told me to unhook her Kameez. Her tits were big and very good in shape and one would like to rub their tool in between. My hard rock lund was touching her soft tits. The feeling was great. I slowly unhooked her kameez and started to lift up, in the mean time she dropped down her Salwar. Now she was standing in her bra and panty.