Juicii moaned into the restraint, her flesh wanted whom ever this was to continue. They kissed down her neck to the nibbling of her erect nipple. That...wonderful feeling of her clit throbbing was back.Her mouth was freed and she didn't waste any time letting them know she liked what they were doing. She couldn't believe she had two strange mouths on her aching nipples. The hand on her ass began to knead as another hand eased up her thigh. Juicii opened her legs to give the probing hand access to. Nothing moved without his approval and permission. Mom was his lifelong slave running around to serve the King’s every wish and fancy. Pop was a bull dog of a man short and stout strong and muscular with dumb bell moustache and the mind set of a tyrant. We were all shit scared of him. Mom used to tell us that this was a family trait which ran down from father to son. But frankly deep inside Papa was a loving and caring father to us . We however never could understand his strange relationship. “Ok so now your turn”, “actually I also have an unusual fantasy to share tonight and it’s about the man on the bar who has been coming here every Friday for the past month” as I was talking I saw disappointment mixed with curiosity in her eyes, I couldn’t just tell her my fantasy right now I had to ease her slowly and as I whispered to her the tall handsome man with dark hair and eyes came closer but we didn’t notice as we had closed the curtain for more privacy. “I just oh Stacey I just want. .. She.... Ummmm? Nobody must know. Ssshhhh! Are you gay then? Why do you like wearing women's clothes? You look verrrry sexy!" And she giggled.I could have run away at that stage. Maybe I should have done. But maybe I was worried she might call out. Also, she didn't know me, I didn't know her, what did I have to lose? Emboldened by my anonymity, I decided to answer her instead. I explained I was not gay - far from it. I explained that the clothes made me feel very sexy - didn't she feel sexy.