"Can I join you?" Of course! Step right in," they chorused.Gingerly, I squeezed beside them and we savoured our newfound troilism.Then we prepared to ...o shopping. It was unusually warm for a November andwe all chose to wear miniskirts. Wendy and Harriet chose tights but I ofcourse had to wear stockings and suspenders. Since the accident,sensations had been returning steadily to my rosie. By the beginning ofNovember my rosie had started responding to the slightest touch and eventhe caress of. "You're worthless as a man. Go and dress in your formal uniform, littlesissy maid. And do a good job with your makeup!" she ordered as Ihastened to obey.About forty minutes later, I entered the kitchen where she was sitting inthe sun, streaming through the windows, sipping coffee and reading thepaper. She was bathed in a golden light, and she glowed. I stood withhead bowed and hands held behind my back. She ignored me.Finally, finishing the section of the paper she had been reading, shelooked. She recommended it, so I did it for her and had to appreciate it when I saw her jerking back and forth and pulling my hair too.I closed my eyes then and focused on myself the best I could to make her feel more than wonderful. I had to shed a few tears because I never felt such feelings, and I got that impression in the best way possible: from fucking.Despite that moral problem and the pain of keeping up the pleasure, I couldn't make myself stop. I tasted her soft lips and sucked on them like. My tank top hung down, as I knew it would, exposing my beautiful and large boobs. I made sure that he was just in the position to see it all the way.The poor clerk gasped with wide eyed surprise! I held that pose, looking up to him and asking coyly "Which one is better..." I pretended not to notice that my nipples were in his full view, and pointed to the computer games, "... this one or that one?" my flexed arm and discretly pushed the side of my breasts, making the hooters move as I pointed.