At 1810, I got three clicks in my ITE. That should mean that all was well at Arti's end and it was okay to proceed.Twenty-four minutes later, I sent a...short burst message to Io, and to Arti if she was listening. "Green..." I paused a few seconds to let the sweep-second hand of my chronometer to reach exactly 1834 " ... NOW." Then I waited another five seconds for the satellite delays to work themselves out – a previously agreed pause -- and hit the small button on my radio transmitter.I didn't. It had all seemed so real.But if it had all been a dream, where did this warm wet pool between her legs come from? Had she been playing with herself again, despite her best intentions? Had her own fingers produced this sticky liquid? It had to be! There could be no other explanation.But how shameful, she thought, blushing. Her licentious dream had proven that she was not the prude she had fancied herself. She had wantonly satisfied herself with her own probing fingers.Ellen's thoughts were. (read part 2 to find out why). I looked around and saw the carnage from the night before. Sitting opposite in a chair was my mates wife, naked legs open and her cunt lips open and red from the pounding it had from the lady boi cocks. my mate was snoring next to me (a complaint his wife sited in the divorce papers) also naked.The room was as hot as hell and I was sweating like I had just run 5k. On the floor was 1 ladyboi flat out and I wondered were the whore and the other lady boi was. I. “I bet” she touted him. “I didn’t mind earlier when I got a little peep show either” he said with a sly grin on his face. “How long have we been friends” John asked her changing the subject quickly. “I don’t know I guess about four or five years” Tristen added. “Why, do ask?” Tristen said trying to see where he was going with the conversation. “I was just wondering how I never saw how beautiful you were” he replied. “Aww thanks” she said to his complement. “You probably had your head too.