One Friday evening, I took her all the way back to my parents place. After the obligatory greetings, I went to my apartment, and invited Margaret in. ...although I had made no arrangements with Rachel, she was lying there in her birthday suit. Margaret was about to demand that I take her back, when Rachel asked, "I don't mind sharing, if you don't. Are you sure you want to go?"Margaret wasn't going to let a dare like that go. And just like that, I was involved in another threesome. Rachel. ”“But what about you?” Callie asked with arched eyebrows.“When did this become a discussion of my sex life?”“Hello?” Marti chirped. “Is there any red blood in there? You’ve got a group of women talking about sex with you, and you’re backing down?“Okay,” Paul said raising his voice for the first time. “I know they can enjoy it from firsthand experience, all right?”“An honest answer!” Callie yelled triumphantly as she twisted her torso and unintentionally put her camel-toe directly in Paul’s line. Anne grinned at her friend, pecked her cheek, and then pushed her down on the bed. Her lips traveled slowly across Emily’s chin and neck, lingering on her throat before skipping over her chest and down to her cleavage. She licked it once, then turned her attention to tounging Emily’s nipples. Anne’s large gold hoop earrings flicked against Emily’s flesh as she moved, their cold metal an intriguing counterpoint to her warm mouth. Her hands were moving too, caressing Emily’s curves and untangling. Imagining him just wearing his faded blue jeans and boots ... worked for her as she closed her eyes and slipped a hand beneath her shirt and caressed the lace which covered her breasts. She didn't need a bra so she wore a camisole underneath her work clothes. Her little secret ... that something so feminine could be worn ... even though her work was often tough.She felt her nipples harden from her touch and she slipped her hand underneath her camisole to stroke her bare skin. Her breast swelled.