However, I lost track of them in the vastness of the upstairs area. So many doors! They had to have gone into one of the rooms... but which one? There...were no sounds coming from any of the rooms. Well, I figured, I guess I'll look in a few and see if I can find them. So I reached for the nearest door and opened it just far enough to see if they were in the room.Jackpot! The first door I opened revealed the two women, sprawled out on the bed. But what I saw them doing took even me by surprise.. Life was, again, bliss. Chas (not his real name) was making his mark early as an investment banker and I was successful landing three patrons who commissioned pieces of my work (almost unheard of for such a young artist). After about 7 years, we moved back to New York when Chas got a shot at a principal role in a new hedge fund. This is where my story really begins to take shape. What I’m about to describe is way too close to the stereotype that many people hold about high-flying Wall Street. I enjoyed running my hands up and down her back, cupping both her butt cheeks in my hands, while she pressed herself against me in the front. I could tell she was enjoying everything we were doing, but not as much as she had before, on those two occasions I'd been with her, after she had orgasmed. We talked about that too. "I could make myself have one, Kenny, if I had something to use to do it with. Do you have something?"I told her to wait right there, that I'd be back in a minute. I left the. Audrey closed her eyes, her body trembling with excitement.Mala’s delicate, slender fingers roamed Audrey’s naked body, cuppingand fondling her swollen breasts, teasing her long, rigid nipples.Audrey drew Mala’s tongue into her mouth and sucked it gently as shefondled her breasts, caressed Mala’s buttocks and thighs. Nothing gavethe kind of contentment lesbian sex did, Audrey thought. Especiallywhen the girl you were fucking was your closest friend.Mala and she went back.