For just a moment I thought they were going to strip. The girls looked at each other and nodded.Amanda said something about them shopping for us and t...ey were going to model it. They both ran upstairs to our bedroom.“What the hell is going on?” I asked.“I’m not sure, I really thought Amanda was going to strip. Whatever they are doing, I’m getting really horny. We may have to cut the night short to go home and fuck.”“I hear you, buddy; I just hope the girls are as turned on as we are.”“I think. I quietly let her do whatever she was doing and frankly, I was enjoying it.After the first stroke, the Bengali maid took a few seconds and then gripped my dick a little tighter and moved her hand up and down once again. This time, I felt the sensation till my abdomen due to which I might have carved up my back. So she lightly pressed down my waist with her other hand. Using her left hand, she stroked my cock 3-4 times more and stopped to pick up the oil again.She poured some oil into her right. Now here I was and I was ready to get myself some shemale sex action. I had been driving around for about 20 minutes, staring at them all and my dick was hard just looking at them. Short skirts, tight shorts and pants, eye popping cleavages, pert butts, shapely legs and of course, a very prominent package between their legs. It was everything I imagined and dreamed of.I stopped outside one of those fast food places you see on tv and I saw exactly what I was looking for. A block further down was. He was very disappointed when I was born. He said it was my mother's job to take care of me and teach me to be a woman. His job was to teach my brothers how to be good men. I don't think my father and I have said more than a dozen words to each other since that day." How old were you when you dyed your hair blond?" It was a few months before you and Em's mother broke up. I remember that because when Em told me that you'd moved out, the tips of my hair were still blond. Ummm!" You okay, Mishy?".