The next day, Tuesday, was normal right up until the moment when Lindsey came in looking for a report the MD had asked for. The office door swung shut and Himari and I looked at Lindsey, back in her more familiar work clothes, to see what the reaction would be. She sauntered across to her normal perch, sat on it, and looked at us for a few seconds.

“Hey, I enjoyed last night,” she began. “When's the next meeting?”

We all laughed, more out of relief than because of anything funny she'd actually said.

“Can I ask, what bra are you wearing at the moment?” I ventured, glancing at the office door. “You've got more of a bust than last night.”

“Oh yes, this is my work bra, one of them, anyway. It's still a 34DD but it's a push-up to which I've added some padding. Mr MD likes it, the dirty old man. He looks at it a lot but has never done anything else. I'll wear one to the next meeting!”

She stood up and stuck her chest out a bit. Himari and I looked at her. It was truly impressive.

“You look great!” I said.

“Thanks!”

“What does Mrs MD think about it?” Himari wanted to know.

“No problem,” Lindsey replied, settling back onto the desk. “We get on quite well. I go to the big house sometimes and help her with her Tiverton Garden Society admin. I expect she knows he likes to look. Her own boobs aren't bad, considering her age, so she's nothing to fear from me.”

“Do you both want to come round to my place again?” I asked.

“Yes, please. Tonight?” Lindsey said quickly before Himari could suggest next week.

So, later that day, they both arrived together, came in, and divested themselves of their wet weather gear. It was raining cats and dogs out there, or as we say in Devon, "it's a bit damp today."

Rover, the cat, ever the one to conform to expectations, crashed her way through the cat flap out into the rain where her namesakes were thundering onto the ground. She turned around and crept quietly back into the kitchen.

After our coffee, we spent some time admiring Lindsey in her padded push-up bra. She sat there while Himari and I felt it all over and gave it the squeeze test - squeeze together, squeeze apart, up and down. The bra came off and we looked at the larger band, with four hooks and eyes instead of just two, and the special inserts which Lindsey had made from a couple of old padded bras she couldn't wear anymore. She said she had eight or nine others like it.

I remembered that I had some old bras I didn't wear anymore, so I fetched them, and we discussed how to remove the inside of each cup with a pointy pair of sewing scissors I had in a kitchen drawer. I took my bra off, put the padding from two or three bras in each cup then put the bra back on.

It was more difficult to push my breasts into, but once I had, my boobs stuck out gratifyingly far and felt very tight and "up."

Himari and even Lindsey were impressed but no more than I was.

“I'll wear these tomorrow at work and see if anyone notices!”

However, after a few minutes, I felt too restricted and the bra came off and stayed off for the rest of the evening, along with Himari's and Lindsey's. As I pulled the push-up off, my breasts dropped out of it with a jelly-like wobble and took their normal shape again.

“I don't know how you can stick it for very long, Lindsey.”

“Decades of practice, Stella.”

“Also, if your breasts are more fluid - is that the right word? - they'll be easier to hold up in your padded bra. Smaller breasts don't change shape so easily,” said Himari, flexing her breast with one hand and mine with the other.

So we enjoyed ourselves holding our breasts, touching the others' breasts, and changing their shape, just to see what it was like. Again, my hands kept wandering downwards, on Himari as well as Lindsey. Lindsey's knickers were different from yesterday's, but still, mostly lace with a small area of plain satin on a front panel. I had fun sliding my hands between her legs and all around her bottom while she lay on the bed in my spare bedroom (safely vacuumed and dusted, of course. The bedroom, I mean). Himari was on one side of the bed and I was on the other.

I think Himari preferred breasts to bottoms because she didn't seem to want to go below Lindsey's mound. Lindsey didn't mind who did what so long as we both did something, a task we set to with enthusiasm. She opened her legs for me, and I applied a little bit of lube before teasing my finger between her lips.

“This club is the 'No Entry Club',” I murmured quietly, not wanting to break the mood. “So I won't ...”

“Oh, please do,” moaned Lindsey, widening her legs even more.

So I smeared more lube onto my finger and gently worked my way in, hearing Lindsey's murmurs of pleasure - not just from my activities but from Himari lightly licking her nipples and tweaking them not so lightly. Himari seemed to know exactly what to do. Not too much, not too little, so the other person derived maximum pleasure from what she was doing. I looked forward to her doing it to me while Lindsey - well, we'll see.

Lindsey came again, quite quickly this time. It seemed that she really liked being teased by having a finger sliding very slowly around her lips and clitoris, barely touching the skin. I could see Lindsey's face register the extreme pleasure of me doing this. Simulating a small thin penis doing these movements was way better than having a real one doing it - with its attendant bloke on the other end. She knew that I would give her the greatest satisfaction that I could since time was not in short supply. So my finger gently cruised around between her legs, occasionally pushing between her labia and entering her vagina, causing her to wonder how far in I would go this time. Always a little further, and always a little more of a smile on her face, eyes closed and mouth closed except when she had to breathe a bit more.

Little by little, my finger slid further in until the knuckles of my other fingers blocked the way in. So, the next time I slid in with all my fingers bunched together at the nail end. This time, I didn't have to limit how far I went in, I just kept pushing in, slowly but surely. Lindsey's lips were spread apart now, and her legs had gradually spread themselves wider as I was doing it.

“Ohhh, ...!” she moaned, half to herself and half to us.

Himari was attending to Lindsey's breasts. She'd found the lube and was spreading it sensuously around Lindsey's nipples, which were hard and erect and standing proud from her DD's. All of a sudden, Lindsey had another orgasm, a bigger one than the one she'd just had. She stiffened her entire body and her labia clenched rapidly, lightly squeezing my fingers ten, twenty times, quickly to start with, then slowing down over half a minute or so until she lay still again and opened her eyes once more. I slowly removed my fingers, and Himari wiped sticky lube from Lindsey's breasts.

Before I knew it, it was my turn to lie on my back and be pleasured. I explained that I had been somewhat ashamed of my ultra-large clit, partly because I'd seen pictures of "normal" ones, and partly because Dave and others would tease me about having a penis. There is a visual similarity but that's as far as it goes. However, when someone mocks you for something you can do nothing about, it hurts. Sticks and stones hurt you but words don't, they say. Bollocks! Words can scar you psychologically for life, and I was halfway there because of my abnormal sex organ.

So when it was my turn to lie on the bed, I told them about my fears and embarrassment. Himari told me off, lovingly, for being silly about it, and Lindsey held my hand and said that everyone was different and she knew people with far worse physical abnormalities who didn't worry much about what stupid people said.

So I shyly slipped my knickers down my legs, over my knees, and off my feet. I lay back and let Himari and Lindsey look at it and touch it, play with it, lick it, whatever they wanted to do. They took turns sliding a finger up and down its shaft, then rubbing the rounded end of it which does look like a penis poking out of its sheath. It felt very good when I or anybody played with it; it always did. However, it wasn't the usual shape and I didn't want anybody saying so. They didn't, so all of us had a good time with it. I wasn't half so shy about it after that moment.

Another issue was that I'd never actually seen a "proper" clitoris before. Not in the flesh, for real, anyway. I'd seen hundreds of pictures of them, all of them slightly different.

I said all this to them while they stroked it, and all around it.

They each slid their knickers off and showed me what they had down there. I'd seen and played with Himari's the first evening but she'd not seen mine. Himari preferred the all-over shave (or wax), but Lindsey had a little landing strip starting just above her clitoris.

I spent a good few minutes with Himari and Lindsey side by side on the bed, lying on their backs with their legs apart so I could study Himari's clitoris area, then Lindsey's, then Himari's again. They found this very exciting and both had a special moment of their own. Another one.

Then it was my turn, again. Himari suckled my breasts and licked my nipples until they became tight and ultra-sensitive while Lindsey gradually opened my vagina until it was free enough to push multiple fingers into, just like I'd done with her. My legs were as wide apart as I could get them, my breasts felt like they were on fire, and my clitoris, rather bigger than the normal ones, was red, upright, and very strong. All at once, it felt as if the lights had been turned out and the world and my house had turned to hot jelly and ...

I came in to land a minute or two later. Himari and Lindsey had let me wind down by myself. In the meantime, Lindsey was suckling Himari who was lying on the carpet enjoying herself. I watched them together. Each one was quietly but firmly pleasing the other person. Himari's breasts held themselves up quite nicely as she lay on her back, and they wobbled every time Lindsey moved them or kissed her between her legs. She orgasmed quite noisily while Lindsey and I smiled at each other.

Later, we sat around the kitchen table chatting, with our coffees warming our hands, and fully clothed for comfort and warmth once more.

“I want to ask a friend of mine if she'd like to come to a meeting. She's called Jennifer, she's forty-one, the same as me. She's a wheelchair user. We've been friends since school; she's not dating at the moment, and she lives near the rugby club, and ... um ... that's about it, really. She's a whizz with maths and puzzles and stuff. Can I bring her along? I'm sure you'll like her. And she knows that this is a club where interesting things happen.”

Himari and I nodded.

“Yes, she's welcome. Will she be able to get up the step to the front door?”, Himari wondered.

“The side door into the kitchen here,” I indicated a door that neither of them had noticed, next to the fridge, “doesn't have a step.”

We all looked at the side door, including Rover, the cat, who had just come in through the cat flap. She turned to look at it too, no doubt wondering why we were looking at it. She looked at us again, sniffed, and stalked off.

“Tomorrow, then.”