If it wasn’t for the wait on the repair man I would have left hours ago. Maybe I could get lucky and a hot repair women would show up. With nothing ...to do but wait, I am starting to feel a little horny. I decide to rest a bit, hoping I might find some comfort. I remove all of my clothing and throw the covers from the bed. I place one of the fans as close as I could to the bed in an attempt to keep the air circulating. As I lay there, my mind unwilling to drift into sleep I find my thoughts. The waitress came over at that moment and stood expectantly with a little notepad. “Let me guess, girls. Tea and two scones each?” Charlie and Tiff smiled and nodded contently. The waitress looked over at me. “You’re a boy!” she squeaked, flummoxed. “We can still do the breakfast menu if you want a fry-up?”As we tucked into our meal – the two of them watching me in horror devouring my cooked English breakfast as they gently plucked at their scones – the girls elaborated on their friendship.. "Stop that... he-he-he" She giggled so cutely pulling her head down into her shoulders.Then her breasts got even more sniffing with little hesitations as if I was on the trail of something yummy. Next I went around and around them acting like a vacuum cleaner, sucking just above the surface. She whined something about it being too cold, *and*, of *course*, I should stop immediately. I ignored the whole thing and continued to tantalize her nipples with little promises of attention, before. Ed pushed her down on the bed, and she still believed if he'd tried to climb on top of her, she'd have fought and screamed. Instead, he'd grabbed her ankles and buried his face between her thighs. Her clearest memory of the rest of the night was her tiny fists clutching a couple wads of sheet, as she arched herself to grind her crotch against his face. The orgasms ran together until she was so exhausted, she drifted off to sleep just minutes after he stopped abusing her. The next morning, she.