If you don’t know how to use it, a bigger tool won’t help you.”“And if I do know how to use it?” I asked as Olivia held me tightly, pulling ...e to one side as her razor slid across my groin.She just nodded silently, watching her girlfriend work.Olivia rinsed me off with the showerhead, washing the detritus down the drain. Then we all filed into another room, a large bedroom without much in it but a large bed.I looked at their faces; they seemed amused, a little bit excited. Or was I just. Then I had the room to myself when Maggie moved out. It may seem strange now, but we had been perfectly happy like that. Although, I do remember the girls complaining to Cindy that I was rather messy. And they sometimes yelled at me to stop squirming around, and making noise, while they were trying to sleep. I admit that I would often jerk off in a sock when I thought they were asleep. Now, with the room to myself, I could rub one out whenever I pleased. One afternoon I arrived home early. There was this guy in high school I spent a lot of time with named John Fuller, but we were just friends.” I paused while remembering the things John and I had done then I added, “with the same interests.”“Oh,” Angela said and raised her eyebrows! “What kind of interests?”I was sorely tempted to tell her, but I didn’t want to ruin our relationship with tales of my sordid past. Instead I just said, “You know, school work and crap like that.” She nodded.One night after having coffee Angela and I. I had bought a bottle of wine with me, mostly to help settle my nerves, and we had a glass each before getting started on our outfits. I had bought a pretty basic costume, but it seemed to have everything, fishnets, suspender belt, tight black knickers, a shiny plastic waistcoat, gloves, and a plastic pearl necklace. I had also got a cheap synthetic wig to cover up my blond hair. I didn’t have any shoes, but Sandy said she had a pair that would probably fit as I had small feet for a man. I.