“Do you know what I did to him? It’s ok you can tell me, I am sure you have already being doing it to yourself”. I found it hard to speak but I ...inally said “I think I saw you wank him off” going a bright shade of red, my face burning.Laughing Bob said “yes, we often get a chance to do that, he really enjoys being played with especially if it’s in a public place. His girlfriend is not so adventurous”.He continued “but I think you must have enjoyed seeing me do that to him? I am pretty sure you. Thanking God I was wearing running shoes instead of my usual stilettos, I stretched out my long legs and began eating up the miles. It wasn't yet dark when the neighborhoods became familiar. My childhood friends and I had ridden bicycles all over these streets. Taking memorized shortcuts through backyards, I was outside my parents' house just as the street lights began coming on.My parents were glad to see me. Home is where you're never turned away. My Mom gave me a hug. Though her eyes. " Ah-um," my Mom pointed out.I smiled, "Well, other than my Mom, who is probably to blame for my fetish." Do you want to touch my nylons?" Miranda asked.I nodded my head like some lovelorn boy.She grabbed my hand and placed it on her knee. "So your mother was telling me about your little charade last night," she began. "Don't just sit there stud, roam."My confidence, despite the surreal situation, began to grow and I slowly moved my hand up her leg. Her hand roamed too, landing directly on my. Karen was lithe of build and light as a bird, and Beauty was stronger than she looked. Between Logan and his demon lover, they held the woman suspended in the steaming air as he buried his face between her legs. Karen’s head fell back against Beauty’s shoulder. She writhed n his hands and softly wailed at his touch.Logan had, up until that moment, forgotten the taste of a human woman’s sex. Dragging the tip of his tongue between Karen’s folds brought it all back in a wonderful rush of memory..