So I went through the detail about how Phillip and I felt each other and stroked each other's cocks and I held him against me as he came against my th...gh and he made me cum with his stroking.“Mmm,” she cooed as I got to the part about cumming. “Did it excite you that I wasn't there and it was like real gay sex, not just the bi stuff we've been doing?”“Well, yea, I guess it did but that wasn't the real gay part. That's what happened next”“You mean it gets better? What? Come on, What??”“Well, I. We needed to make it happen one at a time, groups maybe later.The old man wouldn’t readily want his secret place divulged but what a great ploy to get wives involved in having sex with linemen who were stoners by reputation, yet terribly horny, long forced celibate on base. Doing it, freeing them from their dearth of loving at the most wonderful of places, The Storm, would be outrageous. And it would give our old friend an awful lot of eye candy to enjoy.The wives wouldn’t recognize the linemen. Then when we began talking about this promotion and I asked you if you were single, you once again left me hurriedly and I stood there trying to figure you out. You have been quite a challenge Miss Olivia, and I think now that you have accepted the job, we need to put our relationship in order. So if you would be so kind as to bend over my desk, we shall set things right," he says, waving his arm to his desk. "But, Sir... I..." she says, anxious at this new turn. "Miss Olivia, if you do not. Now she needed to concentrate on the matter in hand. She picked up the razor in one hand and pumped some foam into the other. Megan looked down, a finger held to her lips, shivering slightly with excitement. No one had ever done her pubes before. It was one of those things that other people, including Molly didn’t do. Somehow at that moment and in the spirit of the evening, she let go of her inhibitions. Molly rubbed the foam into Megan’s pubic hair until it was a thick soapy lather. It looked.