"As Stan stripped off his clothes in his bedroom, Freckles jumped up on the bed. "Well Freckles, she's not a doll. She's a freaking green-skinned Orio... slave girl or something ... or one of Mudd's women." He shook his head. "Who does that make me? Kirk or Mudd?"She peeked her head in around his open door. "What time do you like to get up, Stan?"Stan pulled the covers up quickly and said. "Oh um, six-thirty, and please close that door, sorry."That night, as Stan slept, the girl completed the. It was excellent. After we finished cleaning up the dishes, Jeanne said, “Michael, I have something serious to discuss with you.” I smiled at her. “The last time you said those words after we finished cleaning the kitchen you announced that you were going to start dating other men. Should I be worried.” Jeanne shook her head. “I hope not. Please sit down at the dining room table with me.” “All right.” On the way to the table Jeanne took something out of the china cabinet. As soon as we were. ”Although I had never come across this particular fetish before, I was more sexually excited by her proposition than I had ever been my more conventional heterosexual practices. The very idea of being naked in the presence of beautifully dressed mature women and being used by them in the way she described lit up something in my mind that was entirely new and highly desirable. Although I had never thought that I might be a sexual fetishist I knew that I wanted to be a part of it very strongly. Beneath me her wetness slicked the interior of the cocoon.Eventually our need for food forced us to dress. Pulling a white turtlenecked underlayer from the tent’s eaves, I briefly entertained the mental image of my pink scalp emerging from the neck’s white tube.Suddenly, I felt a subtle pulse race down my spine. Between my thighs, my shaft twitched.Frowning, I brought the image up again, simplifying it into an engram’s geometrical symbols: a pink ball pushing through a white cylinder.Still wet.