“I know it.”She nodded and then they were off to their classes. I was a basket-case inside, the same as Beck, but she needed me to be strong and r...assure her that everything would be okay. I could do that. Intellectually, I knew that there was almost no chance of Beck or Lana having HIV. Everyone else was clean. There was no one that they could have gotten it from. Except that they’d been high on weekends for the next month. Patrick and Vance might have shared them and that thought gnawed at. The lacy border matched the one on her slip too, I guessed. At Madame H's level of deportment the well-dressed lady might actually buy slips, bras and panties that were all of a piece; in color, in cut and in lacework.What I now held in my hand was a component of that trousseau. I sniffed the wondrous swatch -- there was something there, was it Chanel No. 5? Possibly. An impulse struck me. I took the hanky with me to the bedroom and leaned back on the padded headboard with my right leg extended. Man, bombshells they were, pics were not fake. We hugged and adjusted ourselves in our car. When we reached my home, girls wanted to freshen up first. I gave them one of my rooms. They took around an hour to bath and be ready and that one hour was longest of my life. Finally, we were lying on the bed, me between those two beauties. Preeti was in a T-shirt and short skirt and Neha in a night suit – trouser and top.Small chit-chat, caressing, a peck on the cheek – this is how we started. Suddenly. From there we both went up to her apartment.I watched as Puff clipped a swing to a hook over her bed. She put me in position and got in the swing. She lowered herself onto my cock and told me to spin her around until I could cum. Puff said that brought new meaning to being screwed. I had certainly slowed down after my first three climaxes and I really enjoyed ‘screwing’ Puff like that.Anal sex with her kneeling on the edge of her couch with me standing on the floor behind her was nice. I wasn’t.