"Such a behavior would have definitely NOT gotten you a blowjob in the old days." Oh, I love you, you sexy bitch, you!" I gushed out. "I love the old ...ays ..." Oh my, calling me a bitch!" Narges raised her eyebrows, before bursting out laughing. "Clearly you need some control, darling!"She pointed at the commode, and then commanded in a stern voice, "Sarun, pee!"I walked into to the toilet and got out off my shorts. Narges moved the torch and shone a beam of my light on my penis, giggling.. I knew it was just a matter of time before I'd get together with the first person I ever associated with being lesbian. There was no introducing this experienced fox to joy of same sex fun, but I wanted more of this sweet slender lady. I showed my appreciation by caressing myself, and unbuttoning my blouse in an attempt to join her getting naked, even though her shop wasn't in the most romantic place. I rubbed myself right through my khakis as I could feel myself starting to tingle. It didn't. But I replied “ok.” They told me to kneel on the floor of the box and as I knelt down and waited for the next step I looked down and saw the magazine that I’d dropped had landed open and I was looking at a photo of a guy sucking on another guy’s cock. As I looked up I saw that each guy had stuck his cock trough one of the holes in the box and I figured out what I was supposed to do. I leaned forward and took his cock inside my mouth. I remember wondering how I was supposed to do this, then. My wives! It was so difficult for Abigail not to be melancholy when Michal's child was shipped out. But any sign of this sorrow would have been a disaster. Her full burqa helped hide the loss.Abby and I noticed that Michal was also melancholy in the first days after the child was gone, though she had absolutely no memory of him, knowing of him only through her diary. Abby and I have a private theory that Michal's emotional bonding to the child went beyond physical memory, beyond the hormonal.