The hunger for both women was unmistakably obvious in Roger’s slow and steady gaze. He boldly walked up to them and held each of their hands, walking backward wordlessly to the bedroom.

She started with Becca’s breasts, rubbing the outside of her dress, smiling when her nipples hardened. Her other hand was on her leg, slowly moving beneath Becca’s dress, up her thighs, smacking her panties abruptly. Tracy then rubbed the outside of Becca’s panties while looking her in the eyes. She was waiting for an answer, and it came when Becca moved slightly toward her hand.