I had never thought of it as revolting or anything like that. And in fact by the time I first did it I had fantasized about it and actually once made ...n attempt at it. Right after college I rented an apartment in New Orleans with one of my three closest friends, Rhonda, a sorority sister from college. Our next door neighbors was a lesbian couple close to our age. Rhonda and I became good friends with them and we hung out together some. Both of the next door lesbians were very pretty, one. She came in the room casually, like she owned the runway."Is that what you always wear to bed?" Sometimes," she smiled, coming closer. "It's so soft, here, feel." She grabbed one of my hands and ran it across her tummy. It did indeed feel soft, so soft that I started getting hard.Then she smacked at my head. "Okay, buster, scoot over. You're on my side of the bed." I know, I know," I waved her off giggling. "Geez, I was just warming it up for you." What a considerate brother," she smiled,. Yohann looked at Sunniva's warm brown eyes and nervous demeanour and smiled."It's from me, everyone is out of the castle today and you won't be seen here. I don't want you in the dungeon eating what they did want to give you. It wasn't nice."Yohann hobbled over to the fuscoferuginous bath and tested the water. It was warm, not too hot and he eagerly wanted to just jump in. His wounds and sores would soak nicely in the water but he eyed the gracile Sunniva."Why?"Sunniva shifted nervously. "My. Will that do?’ ‘It certainly will! You’re a sweetheart! Now, will you be able to wash you petticoat – there’s quite a bit of stuff there. I’m sorry about that.’ ‘No, these things aren’t washable because that would remove the stiffness that causes that bouffant effect that holds the bridal gown out. Of course, as you can see, it has these three hoops do most of that. It probably could be dry cleaned – boy, what would the cleaner think of those marks! Anyway, I think that I’ll just leave your.