"Not too much fuss." Your problem, innit?" Helena responded defiantly, rummaging in her bag for her mirror, lipstick and powder compact. She turned to...her favourite activity of minutely adjusting her hair and make-up.Amelia turned towards me. "Could we have a word? Over there." She nodded towards a shady corner near a ruined arch.We walked across. Helena, scowling, sat back down on her lounger."We can't let her carry on like that!" Amelia seemed very insistent, suddenly. She appeared quite. I was a quick study; by the time the week ended, youcould hardly tell me from a real girl. The light, subtle makeup(which I was beginning to do for myself), the pretty ribbons in myhair, the mannerisms, all added up to a result I could never haveachieved on my own.****But Sis had something else up her sleeve. One afternoon toward theend of the week, when Mom was out, she had me take off my own outfitand dressed me in one of hers: a short denim miniskirt, a garter belt,and nylons. I hadn't. After this, she was more at ease swinging without me. We did go out and meet couples together, from time to time, but I got more of a rush watching the other husband fucking my wife, then from being with another woman. The sounds and images of my wife being gang-banged by the black men would pop into my head and I would cum on the spot. I felt bad for the other wife and her lack of fulfillment. This happen over and over. After a while we stopped picking up couples. My wife started working as a. He then stood up with a look of delight on his face. “You know, after this whole weekend, that was the first time I really got to taste your stuff—it's fucking delicious!”“I'm glad you approve,” I said with heavy breath, and we kissed again with our wet, spent cocks crisscrossing each other.A quick cleanup, and we were back at our individual cubicles. I wasn't in mine more than five minutes before my supervisor, Charlotte, came in and leaned on my desk close to me on her elbows as she.