I was right and the Tongue II wiggled its rubbery tongue ferociously as Sophie led me over toward the doors in the corner. “The hot tub’s on the...left and the exercise bike is here on the right,” she pointed out. Sophie let me peek at the Jacuzzi briefly but then steered me right into the bike room. It was only about 5 feet wide by 8 feet long, but full-length wardrobe mirrors were to the front of and flanking the bike, making the room seem bigger. The bike was one those old spoke front wheel. I felt how my excitement was growing."If I'm going to take advantage of it, I should like to tell you to dine with me in your underwear." As I closed my mouth round the last word I started to regret. This might very well be too fast and too advanced. I didn't want to return to our sexlife from one week ago."Oh, how wicked. Underwear it shall be, sir," then she kissed me once more and went back downstairs. I stayed on my bed for a little while to think. This was taking on a momentum of its own,. She kissed me too, her hard little titties pressed to my chest, her tight, bald pussy pressed to my cock, she kissed and sucked and pulled at my mouth until I got hard again.“Jo?”“Yes.”“Is it my turn now?”“Are you sure? I mean yes I want you to, but I’ve never ... no one’s ever done that to me. I’m excited and I’m nervous that I won’t be good ... I mean taste good or something.”“Sit on the side of the bed like I was, and lie back. I want this to be good for you. So good that you’ll ask me for. Hey, it works on dogs; why not on men? (Sorry, that one really was sexist.) Once the lines of communication were open during the act, it became easy to talk about it when we weren't doing it. Like over a nice breakfast of Eggs Benedict, for instance.I found out that Geoff loves me in short little skirts that flip in the breeze. I know what you're thinking: all guys like girls in short little skirts that flip in the breeze, right? But Geoff isn't watching me when I'm wearing a little skirt, he's.