I don't see why she would need my help." And then she turnedback to Beatrix. "My name is Cherry," holding out a hand...Beatrix took her hand and shook... "Beatrix."Daphne suppressed a giggle as Beatrix gave Cherry a very manly handshake."She wasn't traditionally beautiful before. She had short hair, smallerchest, never wore makeup or heels a day in her life." A thought pervaded,'traditionally beautiful,' as in feminine...Cherry was clearly envisioning a very butch woman, likely picturing alesbian. My blood pressure started to rise as that gut feeling told me she had another guy in her room. I became more and more livid with each step, in hopes that I wasn’t stumbling upon her getting fucked by some random guy. My stomach almost turned at the thought. Grr…but I held my own and continued to walk up to her house. I didn’t want her to know I was there. So instead of knocking on the door or walking in, I decided I’d go around her house and peek in through her window to see what was going in. I suppose I looked shocked.“Oh, it’s you, the grubby one. Don’t gawp. Put the tray down over there. You can wait while we drink it. Turn to face the wall. I’m sure the sight of Celia’s tits won’t be helping your poor locked cock.”Celia giggled and, red-faced, I did as Gloria asked. Standing facing the wall I could hear them pouring their tea and the chink of cups, but then the sound was replaced by something much more intimate with both women giggling and little squeals and sighs.Then I hear. He took his cock out and started stroking it, it was the first cock I’d seen hard in person.After a the scene was over, he suggested we find some porn to watch, so I let him choose, and he picked two twink guys fucking. He suggested I start wanking as well, so I very nervously got my dick out and started stroking it. I was immediately aware that I was bigger (a different ex had told me I was “huge” but I hadn’t believed her that I was particularly well endowed until then) but he was a decent.