I had made my decision about 3 days before the ball that I was not going, although I told no one. The night of the ball I was on my computer casually ...earching the web. As I came across my Facebook newsfeed I saw pictures of people dressed up in suits and dresses. Couples and non-couples were holding each other in the photo smiling with a sincere happiness. I became overridden with jealousy until I came across a picture of Zoe in her dress. I never saw such a beautiful sight. She was wearing a. I started squeezing her right boob. Everything was happening simultaneously, me squeezing Trisha’s boob, Trisha Stroking my dick, and Mithali fingering Trisha. We were enjoying ourselves, and Rachi came out of the bathroom. Seeing Rachi, everyone got back to normal.Mithali stopped fingering, Trisha stopped stroking, and she pulled up her pants. So, I thought of pulling up my track pant. While Rachi was looking great. I was staring at her so that I can get a look at her figure, the magical one. I smiled, she was so happy and also very visibly aroused. When his breathing got faster, she looked down, "Yes baby, that's it. Take care of my right one too baby. I've waited so long for you." He managed to say, "Yes, mama," between his shift from the left to the right bosom. He was licking her nipples, biting it softly, sucking it in and then letting it out. Oh, he was making her wet and she was smiling and moaning when she looked at me again. I knew what that eye motion meant. "He is so. Even I do not know its true origins, though I have my suspicions. I only know how I came to possess it. I shall tell you the tale if you like?Alright, Ben thought, I’ll humor you. How about you start with who exactly you are?I went by several different names throughout my long life, but the name I was born with was Peter Bartholomew.Several names? That’s not suspicious at all, Ben thought with exasperation, And Peter Bartholomew sounds like a made up name.I assure you Benjamin, my name is.