Itcouldn't be called lesbianism, Carol was technically a man. She was nowgenetically different from Rebecca, so it probably couldn't even belabeled as...incest, either. It was a very puzzling situation.It was ten o'clock when I climbed out of the tub and toweled dry. Iwrapped the towel around my refreshed and clean body, picked up my oldclothing, and went down the hall to see if I could get dressed in someclean clothes. Carol and Rebecca were in the master bath. I walked intothe closet and picked. . . stop.” Blue eyes met mine. Quicker than I would have thought she could move, she jumped from the table and ripped my shirt off, then she dropped to her knees. Trembling hands fumbled at the button on my jeans until it came loose. The zipper made a zzzz noise as it came down. A long, hard cock sprung from my pants, excited at the frantic pace that she worked. Michelle’s mouth gripped the head of my cock between her lips. My groan echoed in my ears and she slid the whole thing in her mouth.. I saw tears dripping down from her cheeks, and felt bad, but decided not to comfort her right then. I still had my own apology to tender. "Jenny, I--" I cut off as her head lifted, and despite the tears, I could see pure determination in her eyes. The look seemed to pierce me to my marrow, and I could only sit there, stunned as she started to talk."Now I understand why you brought HER!" Jenny's hand flung out and pointed to Faith. I could hear the sadness in her voice, but underneath it was. When I was spent, I asked Chrissy to go and clean up but not to remove those sexy stockings, suspender belt and corset. Nor was she to cover that awesome pussy.The guys and I remained naked, poured ourselves a round of drinks and sat and chatted while we waited for her to return. The movie had run through again, not that anyone saw it the second time, so I put a Stones CD on and turned up the volume.Chrissy came back with drink in hand and sat down on the arm of my chair facing my friends. I.