Only a mound of hair, a thick mound of hair, andnothing else. No penis. The room spun. I blacked out again to the fainttittering noises of the wome... around me.When I awoke moments later the women were picking the last vestiges of thegrey webbing from my body. They surrounded me, hung over me, a dozenbeautiful women, all different ages and races, all half dressed in cheaplingerie, flowery robes and tacky bra sets. One girl, her skin was the colorof toffee, was bent over my chest, bathing me. Some said "why should I let that bother me?" Whogives a damn what the material is if nobody is going to see it? Nowthere's a good question. Would it matter if a man or woman were to see mein my intimates? Do women actually worry about that kind of stuff or dothey remove their lingerie so quickly that the admirer wouldn't notice thematerial? Well, I'd notice.I never did like the idea that a girl could wear a bikini top and adifferent colored brief. If it bothers me, then why doesn't it bother. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" Lauren asked when she noticed a distant look in Devan's eyes.Devan shook her head in the negative and stood up from the bath, reaching for a towel at the same time. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, she was looking at Lauren and feeling attraction — sexual attraction. Even though she tried to attribute the arousal to her victory over Aristel, knowing that she would be free to return to town soon, and any number of other excuses, each one rang false in. We took a break and sat down and explained everything, from starting to Sona and Pari. They were angry at first but later got very happy and excited to join us. Once we were done chatting about it, it was time for round two.This time, my dad started kissing Sona, and I started kissing Mom. After kissing Sona for a while, dad lay down on the bed and asked Sona to ride him, which she gladly accepted. As Sona started riding Dad, I enjoyed mom’s boobs for some time and then joined Dad and Sona.I.