I smiled to myself, wondering why I had never thought of him in a sexual way before tonight. He squeezed my knee, letting it rest there for a couple s...conds before taking it away. I grabbed his hand and placed it back on my knee. I could tell that he was looking at me, and his hand soon relaxed on my leg. He was still looking at me as he later moved his hand up my leg, to my thigh. He was slowly but surely making his way up to where I wanted it the most. It felt like ages had passed when he. There were multiple bonds forming at once, and that was perfectly fine with me. Judging from the look of vicarious joy on Chelsea's face, it was okay with her, too.We lay there for a moment or two longer, as Chelsea put her head on my chest, her frosty façade forgotten for now. Her hair felt soft to the touch as I ran my fingers through it, holding her in my arms at last. We dozed off for a little while together on my bed, while Nicky apparently did the same with Monica. We were more than. Traditionally this half-dressed mutual aggression lasted until the first orgasm. I say traditionally because, that afternoon, tradition was particularly important. The two lesbians wanted to repeat the same gestures they had made fifty or maybe even a hundred times over the past years. No one spoke. There was no explanation required, no rehearsal either. They stumbled naked on the bed. Two strapons were on the dresser. Geneviève took one and put it on. Tessa was on her back and legs up within. As Simon accurately surmised the bags contained someof her sissiest costumes. Melissa began with the basics. Her silkiest,laciest, frilliest lingerie. The same lingerie Simonne always drooledover whenever he saw her wearing it.She wrapped a lace trimmed satin garter belt around his tiny waist. Itperfectly framed his still-unsatisfied raging seven-inch cock. Sheslithered a pair of the sheerest pink silk stockings onto his legs andwatched with amusement as he struggled to fasten his garters.