No fears. No hesitations. No social awkwardness. I just felt relieved.The goth girl grabbed my arm and guided me to the elevator. I’m pretty sure I ...wasn’t all that drunk yet. I’d only drank one margarita. I probably could’ve walked on my own, but I did like the goth girls hand touching me. Guiding me. I caressed her fingers. ‘That’s nice.’ I said.I felt euphoric. Irena just smiled. She stroke my arm up and down. ‘Yeah?’ She asked. ‘You like that?’I nodded.They led me to their room. We all sat. Then she leaned back and took in a deep breath, she obviously had something on her mind she wanted to discuss."What's wrong mom?" I asked."Can we talk about something, and promise me you'll keep an open mind?" Fiona asked."Sure," I replied.I thought I knew what she was talking about, but it seemed way too out there though."I know we've been together for some months now and we both love each other a whole lot. The sex has been out of this world, I never knew such a great fuck was just. I wonder if she thinks I am your niece, maybe like a nanny, or some type of exchange student. If she only knew how last night you had me bent over your bed as you were pushing you're feeldoe in and out of me, your hands on my hips holding me tight as I came for you. Or how right after then you lowered your self on my face and used my face and tongue to bring you to an orgasm. Then kneeling down as you had your Jilly lick your bottom until you came again. I think about yesterday morning. After I. Of course she looked better off the street, with long, flowing blond hair, large breasts, and perfect legs. I knew all of this because she would come to work in her street clothes, changing to her work uniform when she got there. Even with her hair tied up and wearing the required hat, her face was magnificent.A few months into the job, Lori and Tracy had become fast friends, and they both teased me mercilessly. They both knew I was intrigued by them, and they took advantage of it. I, however,.