confusion-II----part-1 thur 2-of-2

Confusion- II

Part-1-of-2

Unexpected Housemate

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(If possible, it is better if you read ‘Confusion’ before you read ‘Confusion-II’)

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We’re the Dorsey family, wife Kimberly, a 38-year old with a wonderful husband, Les, and two children, Gloria a 20-year old college student and a 17-year old son named Terry. Kim don’t like to brag but she swam ever day to take care of her body, so she was a very attractive woman. We're talking the slender, tall, hourglass shaped figure, 5-foot 9-inches, 140lbs, long auburn hair, nice make-up, smell good, nice round breasts (C-Cup) and nicely dressed. She was what her son’s friends refer to as a MILF. Technically I don’t suppose that she was really a MILF, because being a MILF usually means the lady is at least 40 and she was only 38. Whether being old is good, bad or indifferent, the MILF label does imply you are older. Being older is part of the whole MILF attraction - it's a "mature woman" thing.

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During spring break, through a series of incidents the 2-teenage girl from next door turned Kim into a sex slave. Then before going back to college the older girl gave her to Terry, her 17-year old son. I suppose good looks run in the family, because like his father, Terry was tall, 6-foot 4-inches, dark black hair, dark eyes, caramel skin, strong cheekbones, and a rugged handsomeness that hinted at danger and masculinity. He was Just pretty enough to catch the little girl’s eye, and manly enough to make you feel all ‘girly’ next to him. His Mom never told him but she thought he was so handsome that if he wasn’t her son she could just eat him up (Little did she know that she eventually would). For a couple of months, besides sharing her with his buddy Jason, Terry threw several parties with his Mom as the part favor. By the time his father found out what was going on she’d sucked off all the football team and 1/3 the senior class. The 14-year old paperboy had even blackmailed her into paying for the paper with blowjobs.

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When his father, Les got back early from my business trip and inadvertently discovered some DVDs of Terry’s sex parties and saw his wife sucking off teenagers, he was devastated. In a daze, he threw the DVDs and his portable DVD player into his briefcase and stumble out the back door to his car. Before he reached his car, he heard what sounded like moans of pain coming from the pool house. When he looked in through the window, there was a very naked Kim, jacking off the paperboy. He was just in time to see the paperboy’s balls explode and spew cum into Kim’s hair and down her face. Even in his dazed state he was impressed by the power of the kid’s orgasm. He must have blown his cum two feet into the air.

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Les was never sure how he got there, but when his head cleared, he found himself in a strange hotel room. The DVDs were like a train wreck, sickening, but he can’t tear his eyes away. At first, seeing his wife being a slut with her own son made him so ill that he had to go into the bathroom and throw up. As he watched thoughts whirled around wildly in his head, he keep telling himself that they had a good marriage or at least he thought that they had. After all he had always been a good provider; Kim had everything that she wanted, clothes, car, big house, swimming pool, and credit cards. Where had he gone wrong? Eventually his brain disconnected and he stopped seeing them as his wife and son, but instead started seeing it as just regular porn. Once he disconnected and ignored that the cast was his family, he realized that these DVDs were hot. Shameful as it was, he found myself with an erection. God help him, he wanted in on the action. Picking up the phone, I dialed Terry’s cell phone number.

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Once he and Terry came to terms about what was going on, they started sharing her.

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Things were going great, for Terry. His father and mother went abroad for the summer with an S & M/ B & D club, leaving him alone for the summer in their big house with a swimming pool. Barbara, the Asian girl from next door, who had given him his Mom as a sex slave, was due home shortly and the two of them planed on throwing wild parties and sex all summer. Then Gloria, his older sister showed up unexpectedly. She planed on graduating early so instead of coming home, she’d planed on summer school this year. At the last minute, her summer class had been cancelled, so she decided to come home and work on her thesis.

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So whether he liked it or not, Terry was now stuck with sharing the house with a prudish older sister.

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Even though Barbara did more than her share of the housework, I still was nervous about the whole thing. Then, just as things settled down, Barbara and Terry had a big fight. After that she was just moping around the house for a couple of days, then she announced that she was going home.

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"I just can't take it any more," she said when I tried to talk to her about it.

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"Oh Barbara, you can’t go, but she was. I was flabbergasted--here I was going to spend the rest of the school year sharing the house with Terry. He said he I knew that I'd have a lot of trouble trying to find an apartment for the summer. He told me that he’d try not to be any bother and he'd try to do better helping with the dishes and stuff. I felt trapped, but after thinking it over I decided it might work.

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There I was, eating supper with Terry every night. Growing up we'd never really close or talk much, so now it was uncomfortably quiet at the supper table. We both started reading while we ate.

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Barbara called one night to talk to me while Terry was there. She wanted to know if I was getting along all right with Terry. I told her everything was OK so far. She wanted to know what he was doing but when I managed to convey that he was right there, she wanted me to make sure he didn't know whom I was talking to. Actually, it was too late for that. Then she told me she didn't mind if ‘I’ took up with him. Since he was my brother I thought that was an odd thing to say. I told her I'd keep that in mind and I'm not sure I kept the irony out of my voice.

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"It was Barbara, right?" I was correct in thinking Terry couldn't fail to figure out who I was talking to.

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"Yes."

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"How is she?"

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"She seemed fine."

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"That's good." And he didn't say any more. I don't know what made me do it, but I didn't let it drop.

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"Do you miss her?"

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"I guess I do sometimes."

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"You should start dating,” I said it.

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"Yes I should," he answered as he sat there looking thoughtful. Then he went on, seemingly talking to himself: "I think I'll play the field for a while."

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The next evening I was peeved when Terry didn't show up, because our arrangement was that I made supper for both of us. I put his in the fridge and got into studying. Then around eight he shows up with a girl. "Who are you?" she demanded, as soon as they walked in. A little rude, but I suppose I would be a little shock under the circumstances.

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"This is my sister, Gloria," offered Terry. She was hanging on his arm as if she would fall to the floor if she let go.

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"Don’t worry, we have separate bedrooms," I said, sarcastically.

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"Oh," said the girl, I never found out her name since neither of them bothered to give it to me. Then she gave a low chuckle as if it was a good joke and they walked on down the hall to Terry's bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

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Yes I had misgivings all over again. I hadn't imagined this. I sat there studying for a little while, then got nervous for some reason and left, walking over to the library to study. When I came back, I found everything was the same as when I’d left so I went to bed. Once in bed, I listened, but I didn't hear anything. Fortunately, as I knew from when Terry and Barbara were together that the walls were reasonably good at blocking sounds.

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The next morning when I got up, I wondered if I'd have to face the two lovebirds. I stared at the door of Terry's room, which was still shut. She was probably gone. Then the door opened a little and out came a woman, but a different woman. This woman was a lot older--probably her late twenties or thirty or so, and she was wearing a really good suit! I stared at her trying to figure out what was going on

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"Who are you?" she asked when she saw me.

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"I’m Terry sister. We’re sharing the house for the summer," I answered as I continued to stare. She was very attractive and was a knockout in those clothes: the skirt was very short but obviously the suit cost a couple months' dorm rent.

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"Oh," she said as she haughtily walked out the front door. I stared at the door after she closed it. Then I looked at the door to Terry's room. I thought about knocking, but decided against it. What would I ask him? Finally I ate breakfast and then left for library.

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When I got back from the library that afternoon, yet another girl was sitting at the kitchen table with Terry.

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"This is Carla," said Terry, "and this is my sister, Gloria." At least this time he introduced me. They were drinking coffee or tea or something.

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"We have separate bedrooms." I said. Carla smiled as if I'd made a joke. Then she said she had to leave and kissed Terry on the lips and left.

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I stared at Terry after Carla left. I thought he might offer some explanation, but he seemed oblivious to the notion that anything unusual was going on.

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"Three women?" I asked, when I couldn't stand it any longer.

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"Oh, that. I'm just dating around," answered Terry, smiling but offering no more explanation. As he just sat there looking stupid and happy, I went to my room and studied a while there for awhile. Later I heard voices and got up to investigate.

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"Who's she?" came the suspicious question of yet another woman.

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"I'm the sister that shares the house with Terry. The sister with her own bedroom," I offered, thinking I ought to record the message and play it back. I hardly got a look at her. All I remember is that she was very slender and had dark straight hair that reached her waist and then they were in his room with the door closed. I didn't see him before I went off to study at the library again. I was distracted while I was studying though. I thought about Terry and wondered what was going on? Who were these women and how was he finding them all?

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When I got back to the house, I didn't see Terry, but there was another strange woman wearing just a tight wife beater T-shirt and lacy little bikini panties sitting at the kitchen table. When I stared at her, she just looked up at me and smiled, not even asking whom I was.

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As I stood there in shock, Terry's door opened a crack. A woman dressed in jeans and a top came out and smiled. Then as I stood there with my mouth open, she cheerfully sang out, "Bye" as she walked out the front door. Turning my head, I looked at the woman sitting at the table. She just sat there, glancing at me after I'd stared for a minute. When I glanced up the hall towards Terry's room, the door was closed. Getting up, I went to my room.

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When I woke up in the morning I recalled the two women of the previous night and wondered what I'd find. There was no one was in the kitchen but the bathroom door was shut. As I neared it, I heard giggling from within, female giggles. I waited around and in a minute the door opened and out came two women wearing short nightgowns. With a quick smile in my direction, the quickly scampered up the hall to Terry's room. Opening the door without knocking, they slipped silently in. Still overwhelmed by what was going on, I got dress, ate and fled to the sanctuary of the library. Somehow I didn't want to wait and see any more. But as I left, I passed another woman that was approaching on our front sidewalk. I couldn’t help noticing because she was wearing some of the tightest pants I'd ever seen. When she caught me staring, I was so embarrassed that I ducked my head and walked on more quickly.

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That afternoon when I got home, there were five more women in our living room and kitchen, just sitting around, not saying a word. As usual, Terry's door was closed. One that really caught my eye was only wearing jeans and a bra. Intimidated, I headed straight in my room, but once there I worried about having to go back out there for supper. I listened at the door a little bit, but felt stupid, so I tried to study. It was such a lost cause though, so I tried reading a novel. When that failed, then just lay there thinking. What was it with Terry? What did these women see in him? Where did they all come from? How could they act like that?

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I was in such a quandary that I hung around my room until after our usual suppertime, then feeling kind of dumb, finally came out. It was my own house after all. I opened the door and peeked out. As I expected there were a bunch of women hanging around and they didn't seem to be the same women from last night. Several of them were in their underwear. When I walked into the kitchen a very attractive lady wearing a black bikini bottom and a tube top, asked if I'd like her to fix me supper. Her hair was dark and short and pretty and she definitely had the body for the outfit. Instead of answering, I looked at her in kind of a daze and sat down. Undaunted, she started getting stuff out of the fridge. I noticed that the fridge had food in it that I had never put there. And up until that point, Terry had certainly kept me involved with all the food purchases.

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She fixed me a frozen entrée while I sat at the kitchen table looking around. There were at least ten or twelve lovely women around in various states of dress, or maybe I should say stages of undress. Some were at the table and others were just sitting on the floor. I saw two oriental women, one leaning against the corner and the other leaning against her. They just sat there, looking kind of listless. Actually they all had a slightly listless look about them. When I looked closer I saw that the two oriental girls had bikini tops on, then I realized that they weren't wearing any bottoms at all.

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When the pretty lady in the tube top finished my dinner, I quickly started eating. Hearing his door, I looked up and saw a naked woman came out of Terry's room. As I stared, open-mouthed, I saw a black thing around her neck. Then I noticed they were all wearing black necklaces of some kind. The tube top was close by, so I looked at her and saw that the black things were thin little ribbons. Not knowing what else to do, I just sat there and ate.

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The woman in the tube top leaned her butt against the counter and sighed, "You're lucky."

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"Huh?"

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"Living with Terry,” she sighed, “You can be with him anytime."

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I stared at her for a couple of seconds, but didn't answer. Then I quickly finished eating, grabbed my books and fled to the library.

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When I came back later, the ladies were still there, or at least there was still as many as when I left, but some were definitely different women. One of the new ones was wearing a black baby doll nightgown that hid just about nothing. Another was wearing a T-shirt that didn't hide the bottoms of her cute little butt-cheeks. And they were all still wearing the black ribbons. I went to my room and went to bed.

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I lay awake a while wondering what to do. They weren't noisy and they hadn't really gotten in my way except for the bathroom a couple of times. And then there was the woman that had made my supper.

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Later, I partially awoke. I was groggy, feeling like I was drugged. It was still dark, but there had been some light, the door to my room had opened and closed. I saw a shadow glide across the room and get in bed with me, but somehow I was too sleepy to worry about it.

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In the morning when I awoke, I found myself in the arms of a strange woman. We'd been spooning, her behind me. I quietly slipped out of bed and looked at her. She was so beautiful, lying there so peacefully asleep. Not knowing what to do, I got my robe on and headed for the bathroom. As I expected, there were women all over the place. I actually had to step around and over them to get down the hall to the bathroom. The bathroom door was shut, so I knocked. A woman opened the door a crack and quickly pulled me in. There were four women already in there, all nude, and all doing, well, everything. The one who had pulled me in was at the basin brushing her teeth. She told me to go ahead and get in the shower, but another woman was in there, showering, so I waited for her to finish. Then I just hung up my robe and jumped into the shower. Others had been coming in and out of the bathroom while I waited.

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I finally felt like I had a little privacy in the shower, even though there were others right on the other side of the curtain. Then a woman slipped through the curtain and joined me. With a smile she offered to wash my back. I didn't know what to do, so I finished as rapidly as I could and got out. Another woman handed me a towel. I had the feeling she'd dry me if I let her.

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When I got back to my room, there were three women sleeping in my bed. I quickly got dressed and left. A couple of women in the kitchen offered me breakfast, but I just breezed on through and left as quickly as I could. As I passed through the foyer to the front door, I noticed that there was a large bowl full of black lace ribbons on a table just inside the door.

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That night it was more of the same. With, if you could believe it, even more ladies there. As I sat down at the table, half naked women were constantly going in and out of Terry's room, and all were wearing those black ribbons. Two women sitting on the couch were kissing. When a couple of them put my supper on the table in front of me, promptly ate and started getting ready to go out again. This place was useless for study.

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The phone rang, and it was …

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To be continued…

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Confusion-II

Part-2-of-2

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The phone rang and it was Barbara. “How are things going?" she asked. Even she was trying not to show it, she sounded a little nervous.

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"OK," I said, but I was nervous too. Because if I told her what was really going on, I didn't think she'd believe me.

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"How is... Terry?"

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"Oh, I think he's doing fine."

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"Is he? Do you think he misses me?" I had this sinking feeling that she was having second thoughts about their breakup. I know I wish she were still here and that all these beautiful girls had never started coming around. There is just something not right about so many good looking older women hanging out here in various stages off undress. And I can only guess what goes on inside Terry’s bedroom. I’m still in a quandary as to what so many older ladies see in an 18-year old.

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"I... I don't think I could say..." I stammered, trying to avoid her question.

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"Is he there? No, don't call him to the phone!"

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"Well..."

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"OK, I'll hang up. I'm sorry I bothered you." Then she was off the line.

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I headed out to study in the library and actually succeeded. I guess I was getting a little used to the weirdness. It was more of the same when I got home, but this time there were several women sleeping in my bed.

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"Hey!" I said, shaking one who was at the edge.

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She woke and looked at me with a groggy-expression. "Oh, sorry,” she said as she pulled herself up and lay down in the corner on the floor. The other women were still there, curled this way and that. I stared at them, mulling over waking them all up. But, the woman who moved, left enough room for me to lie down without touching any of the others so that's what I did.

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In the morning when I woke up, an arm was sprawled over me and one woman was lying pressed against my body. I sat up and looked around. There were more women sleeping on the floor. I got my robe and slipped out. It was pretty much a repeat of the previous morning. When I left for the library, two more women were coming in the door.

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Later when I looked up from my studies, whom should I see coming across the room but Barbara?

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"I got up early, hoping that I’d catch you here," she chimed, sounding excited.

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"It's great to see you," I said, hugging her and doing my best to smile but wondering if it really was that great.

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"How's Terry?" she said with bated breath. She looked so innocent, looking at me waiting for my answer. She was so beautiful.

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"Uh, he's fine I think."

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"He's there at the house now, isn't he? Let's go back!"

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I didn't usually go back this early. I had no idea what was going on at the house, so the last I wanted to do was to take her to the house. But she'd be going sooner or later so I might as well go along for the ride. I forced myself to see it as my duty. "OK."

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She didn't talk as we walked over and I didn't either. I didn't know what to say. Finally as we entered our block, Barbara asked, "Has he been seeing other women?"

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"Yes," I answered so low that I had to repeat it.

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"Oh god. Just one?"

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When I answered, "No," she didn't say anything after that. We just walked on down the sidewalk.

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As I expected, the house was filled with beautiful half-naked women when we got there. The ones sitting on the floor had to move to let us walk by. Two slipped out of Terry's bedroom and two more slipped in while we just stood there.

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"Gloria, what is this," asked Barbara's weak voice.

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"I don't really know," I answered honestly.

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"Is this Terry...?" I don't know what she was going to ask, because she never did finish. Instead, she blurted out, “ I've got to talk to him." As she stalked purposely down the hall towards Terry’s bedroom door, various women leaning this way and jumped to let her by. As she barged unannounced through his door, I made my way slowly over to the kitchen area. Looking up as I entered the room, one of the ladies respectfully stood up to let me have one of our chairs. Then not really seeing all the ladies scattered around the room, I sat there wondering what was going to happen.

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As I sat there, a woman came in the front door. As I watched, she took a ribbon from the bowl, tied it around her neck and then started taking off her clothes. I remember her because she was so tall and slender and she had short blond hair. For some reason I couldn’t tear my eyes away as I watched her undress and she was standing there in all her naked glory. Her body was so slender and her legs were so long that she made my body twitch in places that females had never made me twitch before. As she sauntered up the hallway and slipped in Terry's door, she moved with such a feline grace that that just watching her flawless body move took my breath away. She was so beautiful that she could definitely be a fashion model.

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Even after the fantastic blonde went in I hadn't heard anything from Terry's room and Barbara hadn't come out. As I sat there waiting for something to happen, curiosity got the better of me. Getting up, I nervously made my way over to Terry’s door. I thought about knocking, but it seemed silly with so many people just opening it a crack and walking in. quietly I opened it and slipped inside.

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It was semi-dark, the shades kept out all the daylight, but there was the soft glow of a couple of lamps. I don’t know what I expected to see, but not Terry on his knees with that fantastically beautiful blonde goddess on her knees in front of him. I couldn’t believe it; he was doing her from behind. And even more shocking, Barbara, she was sitting in front of the blonde, completely nude herself, with the blonde's face pushed against her own crotch. I’d never seen Barbara nude when she was living here, so I didn’t realize what a sexy body she had. When it registered that her fingers were twisted possessively in the blonde's hair, I also realized that the blonde was blindfolded and her wrists were tied behind her. Looking around, I saw that there were other women lying around here and there on the floor. Most were also blindfolded with their wrists tied behind their backs. A couple of them just sat leaning against the wall looking listless like the some of the women in the living room. Hearing the door open and close, Barbara turned her head and looked at me. She pulled the blonde's head away from her crotch and turned the blonde's beautiful face towards me. I saw the blonde's tongue for a second. With a smile, Barbara gave me a little nod. Oh my god, I though, she wanted me to come over. She was offering the blonde goddess to me.

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Shaken to my core, I quickly stumbled out of the room and shut the door. For a few minutes, I stood there, my back to the door, perhaps subconsciously expecting Barbara to come after me. It was so crazy. That blonde was so beautiful. Barbara was so beautiful. Barbara, I thought, hadn't been wearing a ribbon. She had wanted me to kneel next to her and share that fantastic blonde. The blonde was such a goddess that I thought seriously about going in there and taking up Barbara's offer. I had never been with a woman before, so I wondered what it would be like to sit there next to beautiful Barbara ...pulling that fantastic blonde's face to me. Forcing her to….

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Then I got a grip on myself and made my way back to the front door. The blonde's clothes were lying there on the floor. As I picked up her little wispy pair of panties and sniffed them, I noticed one of the black ribbons that had fallen on the floor. Picking it up, I wondered how that blonde goddess could just go in there and let Terry do her like that. Seeing it up close I saw that the ribbon wasn't plain, that it had a lacy texture.

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I still couldn’t believe it; she’d been just kneeling there, blindfolded and helpless while Terry pushing into from behind and Barbara forced her to lick her crotch.

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As I thought about the way they had been that to her, my hands as if with a mind of their own I tied the ribbon around my neck and started removing my clothes. Trance like I stumbled down the hall and into Terry’s room. As I shut the door, Barbara smiled, but when saw the ribbon; she got a strange look on her face. Then without a word she pushed the girls face out of her lap and moved towards me. With a knowing smile she tied a blindfold around my eyes. As he pulled my wrists behind me and started binding my wrists, I heard Terry say, “Like mother, like daughter.” Then they both laughed.

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The end…

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