I loved exposing my cleavage in fashions with extremedecolletage. It amused me to watch mens' eyes shift back and forth frommy face to my breasts. I... remembered doing it myself and theembarrassment when I was caught. Gwen subtly encouraged me to flauntmyself and I sensed that he felt narcissistic pleasure when I did so. Ihad supplied him with a dinner jacket and a cashmere sport jacket, andseveral other linen and silk suits. He wore them all superbly. I wasaware of my own narcissistic. To which mickie moved her hand up heather leg and her fingers landed heather pussy. Heather letter out a moan. Heather head went back as Mickie fingers went into heather pussy. Heather moans and started to move her hips to Mickie fingers. I knew mickie would wake up soon so I slid down the couch slowly without moving Mickie to much. When I was on the floor I opened Mickie legs up and then moved my head in and kissed mickie inner thighs. Mickie moans and moved her fingers more into Heather. I'll show you the way," and led her to the bedroom. "Here you are, dear, and you have your own private bathroom." Thank you so much." said Jenny, rose on her toes and kissed me on the lips, which surprised me but I didn't let it show. "Good night, Diana, sleep tight."We closed our doors and I undressed. I decided to put on my favorite sheer, silk negligee in tones of light blue and light gray. I slipped it over my head, the soft, smooth silk teasing my large, fat nipples until they stood. It was a hotbed of LGBT activity. So that’s what those lesbians were warning me about. Patrick opened the website of the Chelsea Art Museum. It featured a collection of nude paintings. The first had a Rubenesque lady reclining nude on a couch. Patrick’s dick began to awaken. The second piece contained two slender women splashing each other in a pool. Their perky breasts dripped with drops of water. The third painting featured a standing woman in a leather corset. Before her knelt a nude woman.