(Begin flashback sequence) Dance studio after hours Bella was done with her practice for the day a pulled leg muscle the culprit for the lingering pai...n and dull throb in the redhead's calf.“Good thing I’m not driving home.” she said “Your taxi service has arrived.” Dozer said“Hey babe had to shower to relax a pulled muscle I’m nearly ready with my bag.” she said“Well that’s a nice brain visual.” he said Bella’s leopard print leotard put up little resistance to his charm her boobs nearly sitting. First I flicked my tongue into her waiting mouth, she responded and pretty soon our mouths were wide open, my probe searhing the inside of her gaping face opening, sweeping her teeth, seeking new corners to find.As the ritual before full, unrestrained sex rose in temperature, I felt two hands on my bum, a squeeze on each side, signalled Amy to my left, her palms and fingers expertly kneading my cheeks in a circular way, while her face pushed ahead to nibble the ear of her panting transvestite. Another toast!”They raised their glasses and drank heartily.“And that’s not all,” her look indicated something big was to follow.“I’m on the edge of my seat; you found a place to live?”She inched closer to the table. “I met a man.”The world as he knew it, as he wanted it to be, fell away. The table began to spin. There was not enough room in his body for both her words and for air. He felt sick.“You OK?” she asked.“A bit too much wine in that last toast,” he scrambled to regain his composure. I wasn't in the mood to make love, but I was in the mood... or at least part of me was.We keep a small bottle of massage oil on the headboard, within easy reach. I sleep on his left, but I'm right-handed, so a little clumsily with my left hand, I retrieved the bottle, flipped the top and poured a healthy amount onto his head and shaft. Setting the bottle back, I used my left hand to spread the oil and slowly stroke him, simulating a tight pussy as best I could.In those early years, I hadn't.