" Think of it this way." George nuzzled her neck, a smile in his voice. "If we let you stay clothed and not coming, wouldn't that be a grievous disapp...intment?" Tell us no, if that's how you feel," offered Fred, more seriously. "A 'no' will be respected. Irrational anxieties about the messiness of achieving an orgasm will be disregarded."They hovered over her, regarding her with such playful solemnity that she nearly got cross-eyed trying to meet both their gazes.George murmured, "So? What will. " Complemented Dan. "I've picked out a nice dress that should fit you." A dress?" Yeah, come on. It's just us and we both enjoy it."Neither of them had mentioned the photographs all evening and Simon couldn't deny he found the idea kinky. He was still in a state of constant amazement at his wife, who had never shown any sign of thinking things like this till a few days before.Simon rose stiffly to his feet. The corset helped him attain a more feminine figure, but it really restricted his. I prefer to sleep during the day. It keeps people from talking to me, from asking questions I’ve got no intention of answering. At night, the only ones awake are trying to lose themselves, like me: playing solitare, reading a book, or staring out the window. There are so many stars out here. I never saw this many back home. It’s like they were hiding, and out here, where nobody’s looking, they dance namelessly. Out here on the road, at night, there’s nothing but stars. Especially on the back. Her breasts jiggled as she frigged herself.“Jack played with my boobs and fingered me. I had a small orgasm. I wanted to see what it looked like when a guy came. Jack talked me through my first handjob. When he came, when it shot out of him, Iwas surprised. I jumped back, but something told me I should taste it. I sucked the head of his cock and swallowed what I could. I liked it. I wanted to do it again.”Marja was delighted. “Oh, I love your story! I can imagine what it must have been like. I.