They'd hurt me more than catching her in bed with him. They'd hurt me because I knew they were true words. I was small. Well, what could I do; it was ...hat it was.She picked up my bag and carried it for me to the guest room. I followed her inside ten seconds later. The bed was queen-sized, and she was laying on it. "This will be our bed, Maddy. We'll use the other room for storage or something—okay?" she was trying. "I understand you not wanting to be in there." Jessica—I—we—I can't..." I. Opening the door to my apartment, I was greeted to the sight of a trail of feminine clothes leading to the bedroom, but there were rather more of them than I would have expected ... two sets of shoes and two dresses? The answer was obvious once I opened the mostly closed bedroom door and was greeted to the very unexpected but interesting sight of both Lindsey and Marsha nude in my bed and engaged in a wet and noisy 69. That explained why there had been no feminine underwear on the floor;. "I did as I was told and waited while he fussed with the collar, buckling it and checking how tight it was, moving it around my neck until he was satisfied with the way it looked. It was lighter than the one I had worn earlier and not as wide. He'd made it snug but not tight and it lay lightly against my skin. I let my hair fall and lifted my hand to touch it.My hand was slapped down immediately. "I did not tell you to let go of your hair. Nor did I give you permission to touch your collar."His. She was wearing a chiffon yellow colored sari and was smelling exotic. I was never into older ladies until that very moment when my lungs got filled with her exotic smell and I get an instant movement in my pants. As she came closer to me as another fat old lady came for a seat, the back of the auto was houseful. The moment she came closer to me, her legs touched mine and then, at that very moment I was almost breathless as I felt her hot thighs touching my legs. It gave me an instant boner.