He laughed when I told him I had no intention of hurting you. I asked him what the hell that was about and he told me I'd find out in time. He wouldn'... explain what he meant and I've been trying to figure it out ever since. Today I understand. You're special." I'm a superheroine." There, it was out in the open at last.He looked at me as if he thought I might be kidding him."No, really. I go out and do battle with the forces of evil for the good of all mankind." Such was the superheroine creed. "Let me tell you something, sweetie," she said. "Beingfemale isn't necessarily all about wearing skirts and heels and makeupand wearing what we want to wear. As women, we can't always pick andchoose what outfits we are able to wear on a given day. Take our workuniforms, for example. You might like wearing pantyhose every day, butthere are plenty of women who don't." My legs look better in pantyhose," I said."And now many pairs have you gone through in the past month?"She was right; I'd. I just wanted her away from Bree, not to hurt her. I exhaled as her body finally gave. Smiling, she raised her gown and drifted to my side of the bed, straddling me. She leaned forward, and her exotic scent flirted with my already hardened cock. As she pulled the bodice of the gown down, exposing her breasts. Full and ripe, larger than Bree’s, they nuzzled my face. I wanted to push her away. But part of me didn’t want to cause a stir. The other part of me simply hungered for her. “Time for me. John’s cock twitted inside me….and then the doorbell rang again. I gasped and dislodged quickly from the pile on the bed. Sasha was moving under Tess as I quickly grabbed a dress from the closet and threw over my naked body… Barefoot, I looked back at the scene. John was frustrated, but moving up behind Tess while Sasha tried to maneuver herself underneath her. The two seemed to be fighting for access to Tess’ perfect pussy. I closed the door on my way out as the person at the door downstairs.