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She grabbed the bottle from my hand and giggled at me. "Don't be massage so modest." I glanced over at Erin, but she just grinned and cocked an eye-brow at me. I sighed and began to get undressed. "Well I'll be damned," Julie said as she examined the bottle. "Now what's up?" I sighed playfully as I tossed my t-shirt to the floor. "It's a erotic twist top," she said in amazement. "Doesn't even need a corkscrew." "My dad says there's been a shortage of cork around the world," Erin jumped in as she looked at the bottle. "Well," Julie chuckled as she twisted the top off. "What the hell." She filled the three glasses on the coffee table then placed the bottle down and hoisted a glass to me, then one to Erin, before picking one up herself. Julie leaned her head back and took a deep breath. Then she looked at the two of us and smiled as she hoisted her glass. "To Tommy," she nodded at me. "And Erin," she turned and toasted her. "The two people asian who are my best friends in the world," she paused and almost seemed like she was about to tear up. "And the two people who have made me finally happy to be a girl." Wow! It took a second for that to fully sink in, but I got it. And I felt touched. I glanced over and saw Erin first place a hand to her chest and then draw it up to her mouth as she pulled her lips in. "It was my honor and my privilege," I finally broke the silence, although my voice cracked a bit. "Same body here," Erin added, her voice also breaking a bit. Julie's eyes welled up a bit as she looked at both of us. "Thanks.” We all finally clinked our glasses together and each took a swig. I was NOT a fan desi of this! I shivered with disgust as it went down. I glanced over at Julie and saw much the same. "Oh god," Erin gagged. "Your dad is right! This is piss!" That made all three of us laugh. "Speaking of piss," Erin said as she got to her feet, “I have to do just that.” And then she looked at me, “You wanna watch?” I shot my eyes to Julie who showed me a daring look as she tipped her head in the direction of the bathroom. But when I hesitated, she got up and took my hand, pulling me toward the hallway. “C’mon. I’ll go with you.” On the walk to the bathroom, while watching Erin’s naked hips sway from side to side, I had a profound thought: ‘If this is what my life has become, hanging out with two sexy girls and never knowing what they were going to come up with next, I should just hang on tight and enjoy the ride.’ He had the blonde hair typical of asian the Celts, and yet claimed that he was not one of them. Why? I used to attempt to help her but after massage getting screamed about twenty times I give up only help her when she asked me to all sudden I get body messages from Nena. She looks at me confused as if she did something wrong. I immediately jump up to block it… We desi all get up to head out, I kiss each sub telling them to go enjoy breakfast. But other than erotic that, who was she? My hand reached over her head hugging her, pulling her by her shoulder closer. “Mmm, maybe save it in case you need it,” she said, half-stroking me. Plus, a small orgy and a dose of public nudity. There’s only one answer really. I noticed his hunger stirring in those dark depths. It is the model Cara whose face appears. "No, honestly, I'm fine. I haven’t been with a woman since going in. All I’ve done is masturbate and fuck a few of the prison bitches up the ass. They knew all the agents and wives but had to be introduced to all the children.