Stepping between them, back to the mirror, I then continued. “Take your breasts,” And thru their bras< began to knead a breast on each of them, �...�They are both SO nice, different sizes, yet each one compliments you.” Seeing Clara’s hands go behind her back I said “No Clara, not yet.”Lowering my hands to the inside of their thighs, I slid my finger up…and just under their panties. “Well both of you are certainly wet, so you must be OK with it on some level…” and with a finger each hand, I. She saw the bulge, was surprised and removed her hand instantly from my thighs.Then I also started doing the same to her by placing my hand on her thighs. I could feel her soft thighs from outside of the dress. She never told me to stop doing so.Sometimes I tried to reach to her pussy but she always kept her legs closed. I knew she understood but she did not say anything.I took it as an indication to proceed further. One day with some courage, I groped and pinched her breasts strongly during a. Lauren knew that of course when she made the demand.As I sit back down at the table, I can feel that my face is slightly flushed. That’s not rare with my pale, Irish complexion, but upon seeing it, I can see Lauren smile into her drink as she takes a sip.“Please excuse me ladies, I think I’ll follow Lauren’s lead,” she says as she stands up and strides to the bathroom without looking at me.Jackie takes this moment to gossip with me, which under normal circumstances I would jump at. We both love. In the darkness and silence,Derek and I would try to make each other laugh. We did this to keep oursanity. This became our game and I was beginning to enjoy it.Over weeks of rehearsal, the game slowly escalated until we reached ourfirst dress rehearsal.At this point, we memorized every second the damn typewriter scene.Crystal always overacted this one line. It drove us crazy. Oneparticularly long Thursday rehearsal, Derek and I were getting deliriousin our dark little office. Without missing a.