.. wimps!"Janice looked at Tim startled."Do... do you think I'm a wimp?" he asked suddenly."Lord no!" Janice said with amazement in her voice. "That t...ought has never occurred to me," she added. Then, suddenly she understood. It was the "male" thing, the pride of ownership, and maybe ego. She hugged Tim to her and said, "Truthfully, I'm not sure what the word really means. However, I know that you're not a wimp. You're as much a man as anyone I have ever known!" she said sincerely, then paused.. I told her that, I just want her to masturbate my dick and then I will go. I begged her to do it. She agreed. I removed my underwear; she caught it and started masturbating. I told her not to be so fast. I told her that I’m not feeling good as I’m not touching her body. I told her that to let me see her boobs. I convinced her and she removed her bra. Wow, it was like 2 watermelons hanging. I wanted to suck that. I told her that let me touch the boobs so that I cum soon and let her go. She. Do you want to come upstairs for a drink?" "Oh yeah, yeah. That's great. Sure. Heading for your place then. It's Saturday tomorrow. I don't have duty. Do you, Ashley?" "No. No. I'm free until I need to be at work on Monday." It was fairly close. They were there in ten minutes, and went upstairs. She noticed that Molly was out. He sat on the sofa, while she made some drinks for them. She then joined him and they toasted to good times. Ashley smiled, being a little shy now that she alone with him. Of course, the trade-off for my generously bestowed feminine favors was my complete submission to the commands of Helen the lesbian in charge. She was undoubtedly the leader and the "top" of the pair of sex-fixated females. I was happy to follow her instructions in servicing the kinky desires of both she and the shockingly depraved Trixie who insisted I tend her pucker hole with my talented lips and tongue.Helen made no secret of her joy in spanking my backside with her hands, my belt and even.