The two women clearly were attracted to each other.  That much was obvious.  This was no performance, no show put on solely for his benefit; there was genuine passion in their kisses, authentic need in their embrace.  If he wasn't even in the room, no doubt they would continue to entertain each other just fine.<br/><br/>But Jules and Walter shared an extremely close intimacy, one that was so casual, so comfortable, that sexuality was as natural as any other method of communication.  She knew him, his quirks and fetishes and turn-ons and he, to a lesser extent, knew hers.  It wasn't unusual at all for them to shower together, not as anything particularly kinky or erotic, but just as a matter of course.   He wasn't a jealous lover, because he knew that the bond they shared would be one that could never be supplanted or replaced.<br/><br/>She hungered for the blond.  Walter knew it.  Kenzie was an enigma wrapped up in a mystery, but damn it all if she wasn't smokin' hot.  He couldn't blame Jules one bit.  Truth be told, he wanted a piece of her himself, but because he was a gentleman (well, for a given value of "gentleman") he'd hung back, given her her space.<br/><br/>But as she joined the brunette on the floor, stripping him of his trousers and feeling their way between his legs, he felt he could no longer control himself.   They were a study in contrasts, Juliette and Kenzie.  One dark-haired, one blond; one confident and sassy, the other furtive and mysterious.  He put one hand on Jules' head, and the other one on Kenzie's, winding his fingers into their hair.   He watched them as they traded kisses around his cock, their pink tongues occasionally flicking out to slide along the tumescent fleshy member.  Two pairs of lips on his junk--what more could a man want?  He moaned softly, under his breath, rocking forward on the balls of his feet as he watched them kiss, over and around his organ.<br/><br/>The two goddesses were preparing him for the ritual, teasing and coaxing his sexual organ into shape, and Walter knew it could only end one way--with one goddess riding his hips while the other one rode his face.