"Strip!" I knew I was sopping wet. Watching what was happening on the bed was making me so hungry for my own orgasm, but I didn't want to be a distra...tion for my beautiful Amanda, who was being fucked so beautifully by little Clarice.My girl was lying on her back, arms and legs spread wide. Still wearing her black thong and bra, Clarice was kneeling beside her on the bed, stroking Amanda's breasts with a great big make-up brush. Big lazy circles around each breast and especially on the. They had never really talked much. The stranger was just lingering and Silas wanted to know why. They seemed suspicious, yet interesting, he supposed. Having met once before, Silas could figure out the stranger’s basic traits. It was a sort-of-acquaintance-but-not-really relationship. He didn’t know much about them but knew them barely. They had met in a busy workplace where Silas resided. The stranger was new to the area and the city itself – they clearly had some sort of secret to hide. They. We had been gone a year, and were back in our old house. The first thing I did was set up my desk. We decided to all have our same rooms, and everything went back into the old places. My desk slipped perfectly back into its corner, the dresser opposite the bathroom door from the desk, and the bed on the other side of the room. The coiling mirror was re-installed, and the toiletries re-cluttered the counter.I felt like I was in a dream, drifting from one time and place to another. And at the. While we were waiting, Amy asked me what I wanted to know. ‘Whatever you want to tell me, but for starters, did you ever pee your pants when you were five years old?’ I laughed. Amy burst out laughing, ‘Okay, I didn’t pee my pants when I was five but I did accidently pee the bed when I was four. So there, both of our secrets are out,’ she laughed again. Secrets: I had so many that my mind was half spinning. What should I tell Amy? After all, this was only our first time together. I wanted to.