“Well, I can use the old ‘sister of a friend picking me up and bringing me over for help with some school work.’ I figure I can give a story abo...t going to help a friend after practice and that I’d be home late. Would you be able to pick me up later? Down the road? I wouldn’t want anyone to see you picking me up.”Julianne was giddy with the thought of a clandestine rendezvous for purposes of ‘having fun.’ She took a quick second to agree, and they shared another deep, sensual kiss. “Wow, if. "And as I said, my husband has proclivity for transvestites; so youshould be able to find him easily enough." It made sense to me now. While she was away her husband had stolen theGolden Cockerel and taken it on the lam with some low-life tranny."Tell me, who was it he left you for? Was this his first tranny, orwere there others in between? Or aren't you the kind who tells?" Iasked."There have been plenty before this one; all tarts and harlots the lot. But this time he's taken up with a real. When you really need a fix like today, we know we can get you to change.”Cora then took over, “The problem is we love you making love to us too. We have no idea how you can do all of us in a night and more than once. You do manage it on a regular basis. You not needing as much sleep as we do doesn’t help either.”Greta gently kissed me and added, “We, however, don’t require the level of sex you do. Even once a night with you is enough for us. A fourth would help us spread out our time with you. But a Lewis wrist-twist was a singularity, while this is an incessant drum beat, a rhythm laid down by an insane, one-handed percussionist. She sees no end to it. The clap of impact grates her nerves, and the entire length of her body has set firm in the apprehension of each new stroke. Her arms and legs that at first did dangle are stretched out as if by the rack, her tiny toes curl in a prehensile cramp, and her hands have become two tight fists. Yes, little by little, her body becomes.