The time flies and feels like in no time it’s time to head home. I beat Stacey to her car before I spot her. “You look happy” I say as she appro...ches me. Her face beaming with a smile. Don’t think I’ve ever actually seen her smile so much.“I’m over the moon! I’ve got that bitch Miranda back. I showed Mrs. Lopez my new idea and she loved it even more. Said it was a breath of inspiration.”Stacey genuinely looks so happy and I was proud of her.“Me and some of the girls are going to Nikki’s tonight. Aunt Grania interrupted us then.“Let’s get them moved into the house and their rooms. You can all get better acquainted then,” she told all of us. Turning to the SUV, I selected the ward surrounding Jill’s and my things and transferred them to the room that we had used previously, leaving Maureen’s things in the vehicle. All of the girls and young women were shocked on seeing this. That, of course, was before Maureen called her things to her from the vehicle also. There were gasps of shock from. As a curious, sex-mad (even more so than now) youth I had enjoyed masturbating into fresh used condoms discarded at the local “lovers lanes”, fantasising about the strangers cunts and cocks that had been in such intimate contact and using the sperm deposited within as a lube to wank with – quite possibly in part the origin of my current enjoyment of cream-pies and sloppy seconds as I later discovered were the terms for my minor fetish. So here in part was a possible option and I started to. Sam took in Alex’s words with an excited smile, but there were doubts down in her guts and they bubbled up until she was frowning again. I put down my empty coffee cup.“I think, when I put you in the armchair, Alex, all three of you had been fully boot-charged to like me,” I theorized. “All of a sudden, the rules were different but you were on a trajectory of loving me and loving the others. Your feelings kept going as they were. Like a vector.”“The armchair?” Alex and Sam looked at each other..