Walkaround for me." I took a few steps around the room and turned to faceher. She approached me and grabbed hold of my penis still encased in itscondo... beneath my silky panties. She started to rub it, to masturbate meall the time telling me I was HER sissy girl. Suddenly she stopped, shemust have known that I was close to orgasm. "Do you want to cum sissygirl" she whispered. "Yes Madam" I panted "Then tell me what you are"she said "Tell me you are a sissy girl" Tell me that you want to be. "No matter. I was just curious." Robert had been having a little fun, trying to needle the reporter. He was quite aware that a 'picayune' was a half dime coin that had been in use in the South in years past. The dictionary definition these days was "something of little value".Randy, on his first real live mission as a 'society reporter' just nodded and launched into what he thought were penetrating and important questions about what 'the famous mister Nettleton' had been doing since the tragic. I felt the beginnings of responsive movements in Julie’s hips as Dave’s penetrations became longer and deeper. I tried to supplement her gyrations by lifting my own body in unison, helping her to meet his thrusts with movements of her own.It took a little while to time the rocking of our bodies against each other but soon, all three of us were rising and falling in perfect unison.I started to feel closer to Julie then, like I was almost inside her skin and knowing exactly what she was. Her hairless smooth legs were looking great, I kissed her legs and gradually went up towards her cave. My one hand was playing with legs, another was exploring her mountain area. I grabbed her medium size 32 boobs, held her tiny tits with my fingers and started caressing them. She lifted up my Kurta, I helped her to remove it. I pulled up her T-shirt, she raised up her hands, and I pulled out. Now she was wearing only shorts. Her flat tummy had fine golden hairs. I kissed her on naval, pushed.