Joyce returned her smile and also sat back on her knees. Sheila leaned in and kissed her quickly on the lips. “Thanks, Joyce. I’m sorry. Really, I...am. Tom’s right. I shouldn’t have treated you like that.” Joyce suddenly leaned back in and placed her hand on the back of Sheila’s head and kissed her passionately. “Wow, that’s MUCH better. Maybe the two of you should get a room!”, I said laughing. They pulled away from each other laughing as they both looked at me smiling. “Hey, I have an idea.. I’m caged in my own body, a helpless spectator experiencing a fantastically intense ride. While She is shades of me, I momentarily don’t seem to know myself. The limits I impose on my body when I’m in control are gone, replaced with a base desire to test them, to push, to explore my sexuality beyond the acceptable. Far in the distance, as if they belong to someone else, explosions begin. Their epicentre isn’t distinguishable at first, then all of a sudden everything rushes to a deep clarity and. ‘Come on, sport,’Bette said, ‘We’re counting on you.’ ‘Write me a letter next year,’ I said, eyes tightly closed. ‘Stand back, girls,’ another woman’s voice commanded. ‘I’ve seen this condition before, and I know how to cure it. Watch closely.’ I wondered what was going to happen next. Suddenly, I felt a thousand tiny, almost imperceptible teasing/tickling sensations on my chest, stomach, over my genitals and down my thighs. I peeked through slitted eyes to see Carol brushing her hair over my. I held both of them close, and began to try to work Ona up a bit so we could make love. She was very interested in that and very helpful. Esta snuggled with us. I was kissing Ona and feeling her breasts. Her nipples popped right up and she started getting worked up. I kissed her nipples and began sucking on them. Needless to say my erection was in working order. I caressed Esta's breasts as I was sucking on Ona's. Both were making loving sounds, which I loved hearing. Esta held my dick and.