Moore Genetics was on the north side of San Antonio. That meant that they had to loop around the city on highway I-410.The building was a non-descript...large steel and glass building only two blocks from the highway. The sign out front said just "Moore" in plain white block letters. The black wrought iron fence that bordered the street had only one entrance; an electric gate with a security camera.The SUV pulled up to the gate around four p.m.A male voice came over the speaker. "May I help you?". As your apply the tanning lotion, you watch as your friend's slippery hands glide across her body caressing the glistening oil into her thighs, her belly and up her chest. You lay down first on your belly and ask if she'll put lotion on your back. Her hands are soft but firm as she rubs the oil into your skin and you close your eyes letting the sweet massage relax you. Suddenly you feel her tug at the strings of your top and the bow gives as the strings fall away. Her hands continue rubbing in. Well.....unexpected but welcome is Katie being in on the situation. She looks, touches and fondles. Then takes Linda into the other room for discussion.Linda adds, "strip Ty".Yes Ma'am is the only reply allowed. I am treated to the sight of an icebucket, bottle of wine and two glasses. The girls have some ideas about how to spend my time........and the snow continues.Ty, I was telling Katie about our arrangement, all the fun we have". "Can we allow Katie in as well?"Well my dear Linda, only. My mother said, "We can certainly drink to that!"Grace's mother said that I was certainly the flirt.Grace smiled warmly at me, signaling that I was doing well so far. Thatwas a relief.We chatted while we enjoyed our drinks. The evening air was cool, butpleasant. The D.C. skyline of monuments was an impressive sight. Both ofour mothers were impressed. It was decided then that Grace and I just hadto live in her apartment rather than my house. I had a nice place, but theview here couldn't be.