While Julie looked around in circles to see where this rumbling was coming from she heard a huge SNAP and could not believe what was unfolding in fron... of her. The mountain had broken. It had split in two and both sides were slowly moving apart. What had once been a beautiful landscape began to turn dark. The rumbling had grown into a loud roar and the once blue sky had turned black. As the roar became almost deafening Julie looked back at the parted mountain and saw the splashing of waves. "You said you'd be willing to dress? Here, put these on. [Bearded guy] loves them." He handed me a pair of cotton stockings, which I slipped into and followed his lead in shedding the rest of my clothing. We emerged from the bedroom, naked except for our stockings, cocks stiffening and bobbing as we approached our men for the evening.I went for bearded guy since we already had familiarity, and bottom guy went for the balding guy. Bottom was on his knees first, opening his guy's pants, while I. "The oldest one drinks the last of the tea from his thermos but keeps watching the door of the house opposite. It swings open and the second woman stands there. The two ladies are quite alike in appearance. The two are of an age and height though the woman opening the door has red hair but even that is cut in a style almost identical to the blonde's. She is dressed in a charcoal grey pencil skirt, a crisp white cotton blouse, and a black unbuttoned cashmere cardigan. Leaning forward she pecks. “So of course. When is this meet up gonna happen?”“Tomorrow. It’s Sunday. He’ll for sure be off. Okay?” she said. The man nodded his okay.Sunday, church day. I never went to church; maybe I should start, I thought. Maybe if I could get God on my side, I could finally score some good luck. I’d have to be thinking about that. Yes indeed! And then there was a knock on my door, on Sunday morning, at 9:35 a.m. I was pretty sure it wasn’t the angel Gabriel—but maybe?I wheeled over and opened it, my.