I, of course reacted the same. “You seem to be enjoying my hugs a lot more than I remember from before.”, she said laughing and glanced down at my...crotch as she pulled away from me. I was embarrassed and didn’t know what to say. She looked back up at my face smiling and said, “It’s OK, Tom. I’m enjoying them more too! Come on, let’s get it on!” and she winked at me and started laughing. We went upstairs to her massage room. She closed the door and turned to me and said, “Are you ready?” “You. .. do it?"I brought her already-close body even tighter against my chest. "I won't be at my best," I said. "For your very first time, shouldn't I be at my best?" You already warned me, it might not be so... wonderful. Not right away. Not my first time." Well, yes. But I'd like to give it every chance... Wouldn't you?" No." No?... Why not?" If you're all tired out, and it's late, and everything, and then, it's not so wonderful. If, maybe, it's not so wonderful -- for you, even -- then we can say. Not that I had mentioned it to anyone yet, because how do you test for impulses? What I did know is my genetics were aggressive in trying to propagate themselves. Putting that together with the girls feeling a strong impulse to add new girls and me falling quickly for the same girls, it couldn't be a coincidence.Thursday rolled around. It was my birthday, or at least the day we had picked after the Greys had adopted me. I knew a party was planned, but wasn't sure of the details. It wasn't a. Neither girl noticed the time shift that occurred while they were both under, and I got them started on their exercises.With both girls now firmly understanding the routine, my role was relegated to that of horny observer.I excused myself during their exercises to go to the bathroom--the beers finally hit. I found I was hard, and not just from having to pee.During the first rest period, Wendy lay on my lap. Without warning, I started to play with her breasts, focusing on her nipples.The effect.