Not that I hadn't wanted one, just hadn't found the right guy. I stood up and went over to the fridge in the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine... I went back over to the sofa and sipped at my glass. The more I watched and heard them moan out with pleasure, the more I was getting turned on. I switched over the channel and saw 3D animation of lesbians fingering and lick each other's pussies. The moans made me so wet. I stood back up and took my dressing gown off and stood in my apartment. Resist the urge to close your eyelids, that’s right resist the urge so you can keep staring at my breasts and relax deeper, ‘ her voice droned on as John listened feeling so good as a wave of relaxation washed over him, ‘followed by a wave of pleasure. Yessssss John, feel my voice and my breasts cause a wave of relaxation to wash over you followed by waves and waves of pleasure.’ John could not quite seem to hold onto many thoughts and suddenly heard Vanessa’s voice again, ‘now coming backup. I lay on the bed, warm now, comfortable and full of an indescribable happiness, she handed me my knickers indicating for me to put them on. I put on my shoes and we spent the next few hours stripping wall paper dressed like that, except for a break for lunch. Later in the afternoon she made tea and we took another break then led me back to her bed for more lovemaking. It was getting on towards suppertime and she suggested we could finish the papering later, it was almost all stripped off. Its hard for me to tell powerfully built women in matching leather pants and jackets apart. At least Ivey was blonde and Jo Beth was brunette. I had the feeling that in bed, assuming that we used one, they would be even harder to identify.While the butches tended to their machines I struck up a conversation with Sally May. She was slender and in her late teens. She had a hill accent that was deeper than my father's brogue had been. She was flushed with excitement at what was going on. I hoped.