We stick to afternoons and early evenings." Wow," I said, admiring the setup. I mentally compared it to what we had in the other timeline. Bud McMilla...'s warehouse, and an endless supply of booze. This version of the band had first-class accommodations in a family environment. They appeared to be doing everything right.And now, I would be a part of it.My thought process was interrupted by the arrival of a few of my band mates. Dave and Eileen showed up. Dave, who only had one morning class on. We finally settled on a position where I was on my back on John's little exercise bench with my legs up and John on his knees on a pillow in front of me. As soon as we got into this position, Michelle dipped her fingers into the oil and spread it onto my ass. It's a good thing she brought the paper towels. This was already getting messy. She dipped her fingers into the oil again but this time, I felt her finger go into my ass. With all the lube, it slid in easily. She said, "We need to. It was bigger and longer than daddies, if he put that thing in me it would probably reach up to my chest. He started rubbing my tits against his dick, pinching the nipples gently every now and then. “I always loved your tits” he said looking me in the eye, “I’m going to tit fuck you, if you could take it in your mouth when I do it would probably speed things up a bit, if it takes too long then I might ignore dad and start fucking you, might even try your arse” laughed as he started moving his. From the other side of the door, Erika calls for them to enter. Yalena takes Helen's hand before opening the door. She senses Helen's reluctance to follow, turns and throws her a searching look, sees her wild apprehension, and so leans forward to kiss her gently, reassuringly on the lips. "It will be okay. I am here with you until it is done."Erika in her low-cut, red bandage dress stands at the foot of an enormous circular bed, flanked by a waitress on either side, each as sylphlike as Helen..