She clearly means business. Short black dress, tight against her lithe body. Her blonde hair pulled tight into a bun. Tall black boots with heals w...hich make my cock ache for another go. "OK sleepy head! Get yourself ready...and make it...hot!" I guess that answered that question. I brush my teeth, comb my short hair with a little moisturizer she left on the sink, and shave, taking the time to neaten up down below before grabbing my Levis and a crisp white oxford. I grab my loafers. “Would you ever want to invite someone over to do that kind of threesome?” I asked.She didn’t answer. A few minutes later, she was asleep in my arms. I lay awake for quite a while thinking about what we had just done and how strongly it had affected Janet. I had liked it too, but could I handle letting another man touch her? Let him fuck her? The horny part of me said yes, but the rest of me screamed: “Fuck no!”I should have listened to the majority.The next day we were at the kitchen table. Alice called her parents and scheduled a two-day visit for the three of us. So far, she introduced Jenny as her friend, accurately but incompletely. She wasn't looking forward to the explanations of our living arrangements, but true to form, she wanted to get over it as soon as possible.The second meeting was with my parents. It was easy to arrange, since it was a much shorter ride than to the Caffreys. We still didn't know how to explain plasm-travel, so the car was our vehicle for "human". ..then ASKED me to feel her tits. It was more than enough to get me to act. She lifted her arms up and I wrapped my hands around her and over her chest and had my turn.At some point she did get her bra back on, and she and her husband left the room, so it seemed like most of the fun was over. The other girl was still topless telling a story, but (to be honest) I didn’t find her that attractive so I went to get another drink. As I was going by the bathroom I noticed she was in there adjusting.