Fred smiled and said of course it is I am much older than you, if you want to see more just ask. We all lay in bed talking and I felt Freds hand go un...er my PJ top and feel my chest. I didnt think much about it but gradually his hand went down my chest and across my flat belly and under the waist of my PJ bottoms. My little penis started to get hard again. His fingers stopped just about my penis, almost as if he was checking to make sure there was no hair. His fingers went to either side of my. "Let’s climb aboard him!" Hey, that’s what guys say about girls. Yipe! It’s too early! I can’t do anything with my twang until I’ve been awake a few hours. Eve knows that. Both women got up of their lounges, picked up the bottles of coconut oil, and began to oil me up, from head to toe. Every little fold of skin, every armpit, crotch, and buttcrack was oiled and re-oiled, as both sets of hands explored. Now and again, one or the other or both girls would wiggle their butts or boobs. I often wondered about this strange fascination of mine. I figured at the time it was solely sex-driven, as these furtive dress-up attempts were almost always accompanied by vigorous masturbation sessions. I chalked it up to typical teenage hormone-driven perversion, and thought I'd outgrow it.But the freedom and independence that accompanies young adulthood allowed me to explore feminine experimentation much further. I moved out, and got a real job; and soon, women's clothes purchased. I could feel the table’s cold leather beneath my back, pressing the flesh where the straps bound my thighs and ankles. My arms were raised above me, my legs splayed open, vulnerable and exposed.I had wanted this, right?Damn, I had begged him for this. “Please Daddy,” I could still remember the desperation in my voice. “Take me further,” I had said. This man owned me. Owned me in a way no man had ever come close to. Usually, he was so caring, attentive, looking after my every need. But he knew..