"Sure," I heard myself say, perkily.He popped a trundle bed from beneath the couch. It came up to exactly the same level, which meant we had more room.... He pulled the cover from the couch, revealing a fully made-up bed. As we lay down on the trundle I smelled his sheets. And sweat. Bet he hasn't changed them in weeks! They're gamier than him!With three buttons undone, my bra was exposed. Peter gently stroked the material, looking into my eyes for resistance, which I didn't offer. I caressed his. .. and disappeared from view.I shut the door without looking back, I refused to believe that I wouldn't see her again. Normally facing one Angel would not have me so worked up. Maybe it was because I was trapped here ... yes that had to be it.I walked back into the common room. Jon was sitting next to the fire, drinking from a tea cup. The jewelry bag rested on the table.It was a simple rucksack, with coarse draw strings and a burn mark along the edge. It looked like a peasants feed bag. I. "Do you REALLY think you want him letting you get away with any old thing you want to do?"Teela thought about it. "No," she sighed. "Then he wouldn't care, would he? I'd rather he spanked me -- regularly." She looked up, grinning."That's what I figured," Sally grinned back.Ten minutes later, Teela flounced down the stairs, wearing an outfit fairly similar to the one she'd worn the day before. The tank top wasn't cropped under her breasts, but there was no bra under it -- and the skirt was. And I only expected for more!Quickly, Mary joined her man on pleasing my nipples, but I felt their hands going through my skirt and touch my wet pussy. I did the same with them and only I could feel was another wet pussy and a hard cock. Only that? Well, I just said it because I felt so, but anyway, it doesn’t matter what I say or not, right?Mary and me found ourselves licking and sucking Scottie’s rod. All the good memories of his mantaste came back to me in a second while my tongue and mouth.