"But I'm not undressed yet." I pulled her leotard all he way down, exposing the tops of her stockings. Underneath were no underwear or pubic hair, and...I could see her smooth skin underneath those stockings. Then she reached out an pulled her stockings down. I couldn't help looking at her perfectly plumped and parted pussy lips, and I wanted to touch them. I rubbed my thighs together."Your horny" she whispered to me, "I can tell you are." I think it must have been a mixture of stage fright and. I know that I’m not a lesbian because I still have wet dreams of guys stuffing their hot cock into my hungry hole, but for now I seem to be satisfied without a guy,; the women around me have given me more sexual gratification than I’ve ever had, or expected, but then again I’ve become like Christy; almost sexually insatiable. I also realized later on that it was called ‘growing up.’“Christy, I’d never abandon you; after all you’re my mentor. I do love you and I now know that I will be. He purred like a contented kitten. Once done, I licked and cleaned his cock and weighty balls. While performing my task, I asked if he had ever received a rimming from one of his ladies. Judging by the look of confusion on his face, it was clear that he wasn’t familiar with the term.As I explained the concept to him, he looked astonished. There was definitely, however, a hint of horniness in his eyes. I suggested we give it a go, and encouraged him to turn and bend over. As he pulled his cheeks. Heard the weddingmusic. Words mumbled to us. Someone clamped a ring in my nose andpronounced up Man and Wife."And now for the Honeymoon!" Viv hooted.Next thing I knew, I was being bundled into a car. Where was she takingme???When we reached our destination, Viv took my Blonde wig. "I'll just wear this, since Art seems to like it so much!" She dragged mefrom the car and up to a door, where she punched numbers into a keypadand we were buzzed in. I tried to see through the lycra mask, discerning.