But what about the other stuff?”We were heading upstairs to retrieve my phone from where I had left it, and Lauren didn’t answer straight away, no... answering until we made it to her room.“Okay, I think ... It’s a lot to take in, but I believe you.” she said, before continuing, “Honestly, I think I kinda knew from the start. But there was the shock of seeing it, I was still coming down from that orgasm, and I’d just been on a cramped bus for five hours. I was a bit of a mess.”“So hitting me was. This was hot! I could feel myself dampening, and just want to reach out and grab something – anything, but they were so gentle, so soft and subtle with every move – I just stood and enjoyed – getting ever hotter and damper. My blouse was being persuaded down my arms by stroking hands either side, my knickers were on the floor and as I raised each foot to release my knickers, a stilletoe was gently removed with a caress of my foot. I felt my blouse drop to the floor as the front hands caressed. We three talked for a prolonged period of time."No son, I couldn't live with such an arrangement. But son, you're not as much of a man as I am. You have to realize that." My father's response to my question were a slap in the face, even if they were true."Yes Carl, you just don't have it in you to be a real man like your father. Therefore, you have to be what you can and to hold onto your wife the best way you can. If that means getting help from real men, then it's only logical for you to. With looks of worry was on both their faces theydecided to go to bed to hide from the approachingstorm.I was pretty tired so I followed them up to my roomshortly after I had been in bed about an hour whenthere was a clap of thunder over the house.I heard them moving about and there was a tap on mydoor, “Can we join you in here to hide from thestorm?” They did not wait for a reply but both came inand got into my bed one at each side.I had not had time to tell them to wait, I.