On this third morning, Debbie – who, of course, had spent the night in Ms. Milne’s bed, where she had been dildo-shafted with unusual severity as ...he older dyke savoured the prospect of teen-rape ahead of her – had risen early, and, after the usual morning ritual of soaping Ms. Milne’s body during her shower, and orally servicing her slit in the process, the PA had stripped the upper sheets from the bed and lain down again with her boss, softly licking the older woman’s tits and gently. This time, it was perfect. Only, this time it was not real.And then, when my mind slowly returned from my own ecstasy in which it had been so breathlessly lost, when I was capable of thinking again, another thought began to take shape, and it was an uncomfortable one.I would have to tell where I had found that stone, that was obvious. But equally obvious was what a treasure like this would provoke: greed. Where this one had come from, many more must be. And once we'd be looking for them, we. Both of them tried to kill us with love and after that it became a regular thing. Every other weekend either Amy or I or Amy and Jill took off for the cottage.That is until Ron dropped the bombshell on us that he'd splashed out and bought a villa in Spain. I could see his reasoning - he had trumped me on the cottage. There was no way I could afford a villa in Spain.The trouble was, nipping down to Southern Spain isn't quite as easy as driving down the M4 motorway. Jill and Ron (all right, often. "Okay, Molly. If you want to go with me all dressed up, I'll go. But please promise me that if I ever get uncomfortable we can just go." "Thank you, thank you. I will. I swear!" She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long passionate kiss. "I can't wait for this Saturday!" she screamed. The rest of the week was a fog. I couldn't stop thinking about my first time going out in public en femme. I was a nervous wreck. When Saturday came, Molly could tell. She reassured me again how much.