One of my hands landed on her breast, the other between her thighs. We fell onto the bed. I felt so sexy. It wasn’t just what we were doing and the ...act I was lying on the bed with my sister, it was how I felt to be dressed as I was. I honestly felt good. I felt sexy. I felt like a woman. We writhed around on the bed kissing and touching each other. I was desperate to cum but Gill cleverly kept me boiling without the final release. She rubbed my cock through my silky panties and I fingered her. Instead of black rubber, its handrails are covered with white ermine. No-one is riding on the moving staircase. A sign above the doorway – guarded by two bewigged flunkies - simply states: HALL OF THE SCREEN GODDESSES.Mary Lynne gets up and saunters across to the fountain, holding her crystal goblet under its stream to be re-filled with champagne. She gives an irritable glance towards the empty escalator. “You’d think at her age – ninety-nine and she’s had nine Goddam husbands – she’d know when. “What's your password to your phone?”He looked angry at me. “Fuck you! I did what you asked!”I went behind his back, took his index finger and placed it on the fingerprint scanner, and voilà, it opened. I took pictures of all the phone numbers in his phone book. “If you make a sound to anyone or you’re trying to hurt us in some sort of way, trust me, this will go out to everyone in your phonebook! You understand that?”He nodded. “Yes. Now set me free!”I put my phone down on the table against. We saw Don get out of his car and stroll into his house with a couple of bags. Jean and Connie had already explained that they planned a very sexual welcoming to their conquering hero. The plan to have Abby and Don get together had been carefully crafted by the women. They'd even role-played some of the dialogue that might occur.After the girls had conspired to get me to make love to Jean and Connie – something that had been going on all week, the logical and missing piece of the puzzle was.