He chuckled a little bit, seeing them giving each other slightly confused glances when he mentioned they would all be together. True, he couldn't fuck all three of them simultaneously, but he could certainly bring pleasure to three women at once. He was in possession, after all, of a cock, a tongue and two able and strong hands. And he hoped that at least a couple of the girls might also be intrigued in pleasure with each other, although by no means would he force any of them into doing so if they didn't want to. From the look on Moire's face, it seemed like she wasn't interested in any of that, which was fine. He did, however, see her breath catch when he removed his shirt, those carved muscles of his exposed to the girls' eyes. He watched her move towards him and kiss along his chest, and his hand moved to smooth back around her waist and over the curve of her ass, giving her a playful swat, to make her body leap a bit more into his. Then his hand continued over that curve, giving her bottom a squeeze, clenching the flesh in his strong fingertips.<br/><br/>Alain could see that Amisi was more amicable to the idea, and that she thought Tiffany might be as well. He watched as Amisi pulled Tiffany over to the bed with her, as if she thought the other girl might try and run, or that she might be struck dumb in shock by all of this. He watched as Amisi pulled Tiffany to the edge of the bed as Alain moved to sit down on it, and Amisi moved up onto it behind him, her hands moving to brush along his shoulders. His free hand reached behind him and started to smooth along Amisi's thigh. "See? We can all make this work." He felt her dig her thumbs into his muscles and his tongue slipped out to lick along his lips, his fingernails moving to rake along Amisi's thigh, starting to tug up on her dress. "Somehow, though, I think I shouldn't be the only one getting undressed." He pulled a little more insistantly up on the dress until he felt one of Amisi's hands move to take over that duty for him. "Fucking with our clothes on is possible, but certainly not the kind of thing we want to do for our first time."<br/><br/>Tiffany seemed so very nervous as she started to sit down on the bed next to him, his body turning just a little bit, as she moved to push the straps of her dress off each of her shoulders, pushing it down to her waist, baring her firm young tits, capped with dusky pink nipples, to his eyes. "Beautiful," Alain said in appreciation. He leaned forward a bit and pressed his lips against Tiffany's, to reassure her that she was doing well, as his hand on Moire's body moved to take her hand, guiding it to the waistband of his pantaloons. "We can take this in any order you ladies like, settle that now or simply let everything happen as it may. If one of you wants to go first," he said, as he released Moire's hand, feeling it rest against his waistband, "or last," as his hand moved to brush against Tiffany's face, "or you want something special, you need only ask... to be made love to, to be fucked like a bitch in heat, to be on top, to be beneath me... women only get one first time, so I want you each to enjoy this and treasure it as a pleasant memory, not to be afraid of it."<br/><br/>His fingertips moved up to cup one of Tiffany's breasts, his thumb rubbing gingerly against the nipple, as he watched her push it down to her waist, encouraging her to remove it entirely. "Let us each be as the gods made us."