The scene was set. Conditions were set out. Though not homophobic, Stu never actually encouraged any gay acts from me, but Sandra wanted me to promise...I'd co operate fully, helping, assisting even preparing them for their lovemaking! And the word was 'lovemaking, NOT 'sex', & certainly not the 'F' word! They were making a love-c***d, hence 'lovemaking' it was! Having had Christmas eve dinner, the 2 love-a****ls entered our bedroom, to our marital bed. Slowly & lovingly undressing, Stu already. She said she was fine, but she looked a little nervous to me. I told her we'd finish dinner, take Jerry back to the hotel, then go back to the house. She smiled at me, but I could tell her heart wasn't in it. I once again cursed myself for not anticipating something like this happening.When Jerry finally came back to our table, he seemed satisfied with my earlier explanation of who the other diners were looking at. We finished our dinners, then drove back to the hotel. I had given Jerry. A drip fell from her, landing on Kathleen's arm. She expected her to move away disgusted, but instead she just kept stroking her in the dark, arm brushing against her pussy, hand probing between her buttocks, stroking up and down with her fingers, exploring in the dark. Beth couldn't wait any longer, her bladder relaxed involuntarily. She felt herself opening up and a stream of hot piss flew from her, splashing straight onto Kathleen's arm before falling to the floor. She felt something. ”It wasn’t until that point that I realized that Trish was still in the bed with me. Her eyes had grown very wide at the way that the woman she knew as Lucille was acting, and truth be told, it does take a little getting used to.That being said, I’ll also have to admit that this particular little “personality” of Lucille’s turns me on quite a bit. I won’t even try to go into reasons of why it does, because to this day, I’m still not sure that I understand them myself.Besides, this was all.