And you do know--" Chrissie continued as she grabbed her arm "--that he was an active participant in that fuckfest don't you?" Maybe he was but I'll j...st bet he didn't manage more than thirty like I did. And anyway you know the rules with these things. Guys are studs, girls are simply sluts." Well that's as maybe. Besides I doubt that Roger feels that way. And okay maybe there was a difference in the numbers, but does it really matter whether it's three or thirty. Would the fact that he fucked. In it there was a stereotypical French maid’s outfit, complete with stockings, very short frilly black and white dress, impossibly small g-string, silk gloves and a little white headpiece. Removing it from the packaging I could instantly tell that it wasn’t a cheap fancy dress item. The fabrics were incredibly smooth, the stitching and details spoke for themselves and luxurious feeling gloves were silky soft.I could not resist trying on this new outfit, although I immediately made a note that I. I didn't want there to be any limits to the love she was feeling. If you happen to call out her name, while loving me, I'll join in that praise, for I love her just as much. That won't take anything away from us, but add a different dimension to our relationship. We will nurture a threesome between the two of us, and that will make our relationship that much stronger, more special and valuable to me. I want you to continue to love Mandy, even using my body to express that love, as I may. ”She grinned. “I understand that you have a ring to mark your engagement. For the record, I am envious. I’ve never been with a guy who could make me scream much less faint.” She looked at me. “I’m impressed.”Karen said, “He impresses me, too.” The two ladies grinned as I blushed. ‘We’re headed upstairs to do some homework.”Brandy grinned fiendishly. “No one’s asleep now and it’s noisier so you won’t be heard as easily.” Both of us blushed. Karen pulled me to the elevator for the ride.