I spotted abbey straight away and she clearly clocked it was me as she headed straight towards me. She too had a lbd on but perhaps even shorter. Her ...hair was down and long pat her shoulders. I could tell she had suspenders on from the outline of the garter belt clasps. Her cleavage was amazing. I nervously said hi but she just smiled put her arm round my waist pulled me in tight and snogged me. Her lips were so soft her body felt amazing and my erection sprung from know where. “Someone’s. “Well, hey there. You okay?” It is Buttercup, the Morning Milk icon and Belle’s hero. She is all black save for the speckle of white in all the right places. And while not naked, she should be. She is wearing a simply red bra the merely supports her breasts while letting them hang out for the whole world to gawk at. Then there is the matching panties held over her luscious hips by thin strings connected to red stocking. Clearly it is only an accent piece because it isn’t hiding back her flaccid. We obliged as she turned over and layed on her back as the three of us began wanking harder and harder; the young man cum first he showered her tits with spurts of creamy liquid, she fucking loved it; both myself and the half-brother continued masturbating ... I couldn't wait any longer and cried out "Fuck it, I'm cumming!" ... I nudged my cock towards her open mouth and I shot my load over her face and lips ... she sucked on it too, draining the last drop out of my cock; her half-brother. Those nearest the front stretched out their arms, one on top of the other, all of them trying to reach the wayward pair, most especially the Light-Eyed One. Sala reached an anxious hand to the man beside her, needing the security of his touch, and found his moist from apprehension as well. She knew, they both knew, their reappearance would cause an uproar, but neither had been quite prepared for an almost frenzied reaction. A loud, shrill whistle sliced through the air, silencing the shouting.