One of the guys started kissing me as we danced and we moved closer together. The second guy moved closer too, from behind, and cupped my breasts in h...s hands. I could feel his hard cock pushing against my buttocks through the fabric of our clothes.Soon both of them were massaging my breasts, one kissing my mouth passionately, while his mate was kissing my neck and licking my ear lobes. I felt the shoulder straps of my dress being pulled down, but I was just so oblivious to everything that I. Panic began to bleed through the fog that shrouded his mind.“You’re buried and trapped!” a mental voice informed him. “Your men are digging you out. Just relax until they get to you.”“What happened?” Caleb wondered, not sure if the question was rhetorical, or if he were actually trying to gather information. He wasn’t sure if it made a difference. Did it matter? Who had just talked to him?Caleb’s head felt like someone had scrubbed the corridors of his mind with acid. Discordant images flashed. But my girlfriend, and her boyfriend, very lovingly helped me through that. Two weeks of sharing a bed with them both, in their arms every night, really cheered me up. A lot!And now I know exactly what my perfect man is – the perfect man for me, anyway, even if he’s nobody else’s ideal of the perfect man. Because six weeks after I dumped Mister All Wrong, I met my perfect man. He has been in my bed every night for over 300 consecutive nights now. And I’ve never in my whole life felt happier.So. I couldn't have mapped out the progression of events for tonight any better myself! Goddamn, my balls are aching with my cum and the big guy is waiting behind the screen and Ringo is waiting in the kitchen... this is going to be the finest night I've ever spent, I know it! You bitches, you're REALLY GOING TO GET YOURS TONIGHT!"Both of you!" he commanded in a panting, wheezing voice. "Take off your clothes! Strip down to your bra and panties. Hurry up, you fucking little sluts!"Like twin.