“Where do you think you are going, Robert? Your afternoon isn’t over yet.” I stare at her, puzzled, nonplussed. As if on queue Pipa reappears,...naked. I say naked. Naked except for a striking black shiny strap-on. The penny drops. “Oh no, no. Absolutely no fucking chance, Sylvia.” “Well, how can I put this. Be fucked, or you’re fucked. Without Pippa’s contacts, well you’re screwed anyway. Pardon my crudity.” A sinister smile plays on Sylvia’s face. “Take it like a man. Who knows, you might. I rolled my eyes. I was no longer shocked by Connor because i read in magazines that guys use the nearest woman for fantasies, and smelling panties were usual on the list. The fact they were mine kind of made me feel wet, having a hot, muscled guy take interest in my body and such was flattering. I just cleared my throat and Connor jumped up guiltily. He then left. Dinner was awkward, but we got through it. But the next day was different. It was Saturday and I had nothing planned, so I slept. They were now moving back to me, each of them with their arms around me as I felt hands everywhere, Roy now in front, kissing me, his cock pressing against me, Carol behind, kissing and licking on my back, her hands roaming between my breasts and across my pussy.She took her husband's cock and started rubbing the tip between my legs, I was so wet, there were juices running down my legs."Come, lets go to bed, Kristen," Roy whispered in my ear followed by his tongue. Carol and Roy guided me to. "Care to play, Janet?" asked Jim with a triumphant grin. In answer, Ipicked up a cue stick and applied some chalk to the tip. Jim rackedthe balls and allowed me to break.In my previous life as a white male, I'd been pretty darn good atbilliards. I soon found that it was a little different playing as awoman. I was smaller now, so it was much more difficult to get thosehard to reach shots in the middle of the table. Also, the weight of mybreasts dangling from my chest as I bent over to shoot.