I was comfortable, after all, and still sleepy. Hiis slow humping and the touch of his hard cock against mine was starting to make me aroused.I would ...stay a little while longer, I told myself, as there was no rush.He didn’t say a word either, but soon I felt his hand starting to caress me. If he was asleep before, then clearly that wasn’t the case any longer.He slid his hand gently up and down my slender body, touching my stomach and sides. When he made his way down, he firmly fondled and. That's when she closed and locked the door, after which she grabbed his hand and placed it immediately on her tits. While Mike was probing her breasts . . . his right hand was idly fondling his naked cock underneath his pants. It was extremely hard, had been ever since the incident in the utility closet took place, and he was finally going to be able to give it the kind of attention it had been crying for all afternoon. But he had decided to take it slow. There was no rush, he had all the time. I never had to badger himto do anything. He was so helpful before, during, and after our hostingfamily, friends, and neighbors. He continued to explain that he had longcraved to express his cleaning inclination in the most ultimate way: as aFrench maid.Of course, I interrogated him about his sexual fantasies. Gay? No. Trans?No. Cuckhold? No. Sissified? No. Babyfied? No. Feminized? No. And on andon I asked. I was up front with him: "I have to think about this for a fewdays." He said he would. "Now do a nice job, or there'll be more spanking wherethat came from," Terri warned.Eventually both sisters came. They huddled together, trying to decidewhat to do next. They smiled after agreeing on the next steps."Well, their faces are really a mess," Sherry decided, as they were wetand sticky from pussy juice. So the sisters sat in their dates' lapsagain, and wiped their faces with moist towelettes until they were clean."Look at this," said Sherry to her sister. "Just like an artist's.