I walk into the living room and to my surprise, there’s another woman standing there. “Hello, how are you?” “I could be better, but I’m ok...y” “I’m Tracy , nice to meet you.” “I’m Eva.” Jay looked as if he too couldn’t believe what we were doing, but at the same time had a look of excitement on his face. I on the other hand was staring Ms. Tracy up and down, as if I were trying to read her personal thoughts. “Beautiful couple,” she said. “Thank you,” Jay replied. I simply had way too. Her golden skin made her nicely rounded, but not chubby, body very attractive. She loved the descriptor “built for comfort”. She’d been raised to understand that sex was a gift to be used wisely and often. From an early age she’d known why uncles and aunts and other special guests spent nights in her parents’ bed. After serious discussions with her mother, and obtaining a reliable long term contraceptive, she embraced polyamory as a natural and very pleasurable part of her life.She had known. My mom laughed. "That would be your friend Quint's doing," she said."But how'd he get inside?" We let him in. It pays you back for that time when you were four years old you put all of my makeup on yourself." I suppose this won't come off with nail polish remover?" Oh no, you'll need to order the industrial strength stuff."Just then, I heard Bernie pull up in the driveway. I grabbed my book bag and ran out to meet him."Nice fingernails," he said."Yeah, they were Quint's idea. So how's the band. For several minutes I watched as she lightly caressed the mound, moving her hand from the blouse only long enough to turn the page, then the caressing started again.I continued watching her and when her hand moved from one breast to the other, I could see the enlarged, hard nipple, pressing against her blouse. Her eyes closed and her hand slipped inside her blouse. She was unconscious as she loosened the button allowing her hand to reach inside and touch her skin.She jumped, causing me to jump,.