I reached down and pulled each trouser leg over the relevant foot before tossing them, along with my socks, on top of the discarded shirt. I hesitated...a moment, as once more doubt and guilt troubled my mind, and then swiftly removed my boxers to reveal my stiff cock.'Wow!' I heard from one of the girls.'Can we touch it?' Asked Laura, taking a tentative step towards me and for the first time taking the initiative from her smaller friend.'Sure' I said trying to keep the eagerness out of me. Not the usual bar banter. Me watching from the walls like all my life. She does get turned down but not often. Most often she ends up with exactly who she marched up to and smiled at. When we first started the first part could take all night. She played it cool and coy exactly like when she was looking for love. Now she’s faster. Unless she’ goes slow just to piss me off. The things that can come out of that woman’s mouth. The way she can look at you saying them. It’s discombobulating. . Slowly she removed her shirt. It was ok, looking back at her, the reflection was the same one she knew. With the small breasts, black hair and slim figure.Now she was honestly terrified. she was about to remove her pants and once again she repeated the mantra: “This is all a very bad dream, no way this is happening, just ignore it and it will go away!”And so, as slowly as she could, she removed her pants. She screamed again.“Shit! Fucking shit! It’s still fucking there! What the fuck is going. She was dressed casually - just a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She had debated about wearing a bra, but decided against it - the T-shirt wasn't tight at all, and she didn't expect him to stay long enough for it to matter.When the door bell rang, she jumped off her sofa. Stay calm, she told herself as she went to the door.It was Richard - her simple, wonderful Richard. Short blond hair, even today dressed in a white shirt and tie - he always seemed to be heading to or from work when he visited.