They’re following me by way of one of the apps on my iPhone. I communicate with them every day, too, so they know what’s going on and who I’m wi...th. If they’re worried about me being lonely, I guess they’ll show up and I’ll meet them at some airport. I’m guessing that the next visits won’t be until I’m deep into New England.”“Where do you stay? I see a sleeping bag on your bike. Do you camp out?”“I did last night, but I was right outside Watkins Glen, so I just did my meals in town and slept in. ”“We’ll find a way.” I assured her. “Got lots to try yet.”“Really?” Paula asked.“Really.” I replied. “Depends on you of course but there are a lot of positions and another port of entry too.”“Port of entry?” Paula asked quizzically.“Your lovely bum dear sis.” I laughed at her. “But only if you want, might not be comfy or might hurt if not done carefully.”“You’re kidding, right?” She asked.“No, some ladies really enjoy it, others use it to prevent pregnancies, others because their pussy is just. Well, as soon as Red felt that Green was wet enough, Marge buried her face into Grace’s tempting snatch and went to eat her, right in front of me. I couldn’t resist much and I started to jerk off on that scene. It was the first time that I saw they doing lesbian sex and it was enough to turn me one. Red used her tongue with passion and dexterity, licking everywhere and giving Green the big heights of pleasure only lesbianism can give.But they needed their act to go and Green went to bury. I fixed on his sweet slim bum, it’s small cheeks working away for my delight. He stopped in front of me and wiggled his bum with a new found confidence. I reached out and held his hips to stop him moving.“Legs apart.” I ordered. “Wider!” He did as he was told. “Touch the floor.” I added firmly. His arms reached down and his fingertips balanced him on the carpet. His bum was there for me. I kneeled behind him. The hot breeze fluttered the curtains. His parted buttocks framed his perfect little.