"Oh My Lady!" Helena gaped, "'Tis far too fine a thing for me."The Dancer did not speak, did not even smile but simply kissed Helena tenderly on the l...ps and walked to the door.Helena dressed in silence then, contemplating how to thank so fine a woman for such a gift. When Helena was dressed, they walked together to the Great Hall. Helena prepared the Dancer a plate of food. When she returned to serve it, the Dancer was again enthralling the Keep's folk with another exotic dance. This one was. It was seriously strange and even if I hadn't been drinking, I'd have still felt kind of drunk, just from sitting so close to those three girls, who were all like straight out of my adolescent lesbian fantasies. I just felt hot all over, and I smiled and giggled and listened to them talk.Mostly they were talking about sex too. Not right away, but after about 3 drinks and 40 minutes, maybe an hour, it was all talk about sex. Like how big their boyfriend's cocks were, or weren't as the case may. Bertet would always be a slow and gentle lover. She had had enough of hard and fast in her life already and it never did anything for her except give her pain. She would always be my gentle lover.After I gave her my first load of sperm of the evening, she drifted off to sleep and dreamt of the loving she had just received. My other wives were all rearing to go after watching that long slow display of loving. I barely was able to keep up but I managed and snuggled up to as many women as I. There she was. In red bra that was very small to cover her assets and red g string panty. I was standing like a statue watching her beautiful body, those half visible milky boobs, curvy and smooth navel, perfect thighs. She pulled me holding my boxers and pushed me into her boobs. I started to lick them. I was licking from over her bra, biting her nipples.Then I rolled my tongue onto her navel. She was giving out loud moans and pushing me down. I knew what she wanted but I wanted that dam to.