. tell the men. The two of them. About the other one. But not now, not here in front of all of you. I mean, both of them are here in the room, so they...both already know, now, I was with somebody else."What I think -- we're all too close to the shock, of what happened. We can't be ready to make any kind of commitments, right now, to each other. But it's like Raymond said. We've got all these men -- and women, too -- who're feeling it. Feeling... needs. And it's dangerous, because all sorts of. The three had been adventuring together for some time, but had yet to build any renown. Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long braid. Her milky white freckled skin was usually hidden underneath thick plate, with an armoured skirt to improve mobility. In battle she wielded a hammer and a heavy shield. Despite her fearlessness in combat, her noble upbringing had isolated her from the real. I told her not to worry and that I have a very costly washing machine which will wash and dry it within an hour. That was the time I was going to fuck her. She denied and said its ok But then I said I will give you my t-shirt to wear till then and without waiting for her reply I removed her shirt Completely. She had a white bra covering almost all her boobs. But she had amazing big boobs and then even I removed my everything except undies saying that even my clothes were wet. She was staring at. But of course, some of us dont need to hide behind the charade of using alcohol as an excuse, liberated females want the full feeling, back or front, or together, for the fullest feeling, being sandwiched by two men is the ultimate in flesh feeling sex, hairy, sweaty, being nailed by rods of beef, then basted with cum, that's the truest desire women crave, not this Monogamy for woman, and Polygamy for men, a system as old as Adam, that men have created for their own pleasure, perhaps that's why.