Enjoy the lemonade.”She left the room, returning in short order with a tub containing two cold, damp towels she had previously soaked in ice water a...nd wrung out. Picking them one at a time, she draped them over the shoulders of both men.“Doesn’t that feel good?” she asked, as she rubbed the towel in slow circles on Curtis’ back.“Damn, Kim! This is awesome. It feels so good having you rub it around. Wish my wife did this for me!”“Yeah, Kim, perfect! Just what the doctor ordered,” James chimed. They soon parted, eager to get home, hefting his army suitcase and the kitbag with an ease of youth and strength, musing that when he came home next time he would need a taxi from the main station in town. He was soon home at the door, a terraced house in a cul-de-sac, nothing special two up two down, as always, tidy paintwork, dad would never let that go, the window glass frosted with tiny sailing boats embossed in the glass, just as it always had been, familiar, home. He hesitated. Her voice was a warm breath in my ear. “You’re good.”“You need more practice.”She gave a low growling chuckle and I felt the cock slither out of my cunt and press against my arse.I got back to Millerton’s villa in a cab. It was very late, or very early but nobody seemed to take any notice. I realised when I got to my room that I hadn’t got my knickers but, somehow, that didn’t seem to matter. I showered and fell into my bed and slept.That sleep was interrupted when my phone rang. It was Frank.. The half man was invited because he pressed his girlfriend, a BFF of mine for a threesome and insisted on having two women instead of an extra man. Thinking of himself of course in this day and age was enough to convict him in our court of opinion. Guilty! The sentence…jail time. The man in this case wasn’t a friend of mine this time but a burly acquaintance of my other BFF, he wasn’t terribly handsome but he was hung enough for the task. He didn’t like women anyway which suited us fine, he.