My nostrils reaffirmed that with a confused scent, one I recognised. I wasted no time in sitting bolt upright, and there, outlined dark against the wi...dow, was a crouching silhouette. A pair of inky blue and emerald green eyes. My hand flew out to the side, flicking on the upright lamp and light flooded over us both.The Hybrid was crouched on my windowsill. She smiled at me."Good Evening Jaone."Arken stepped off the train into a welcoming Italian night. It was warmer here in Rome than England. I just don't know anyone here anymore." She asked."Sure, How about this weekend? Friday night, Saturday, either can work." I said."I have to do the 10 o'clock news on Friday, covering for a vacation, but Saturday would be nice. I'm in University Plaza. Suite E on Floor P, it's easy, it rhymes." She said softly to be private. I wrote if down anyway and looked up and asked "Six o'clock?" That would be fine. I'll pick the restaurant and make the reservation, my treat." She said before turning on. Sara was crying. "Do it. Now!” Brett said angrily. Sara gave in and spread her muscular legs apart. "Ashley, get undressed and eat her sexy little cunt", Brett said as he looked at me. I paused and thought to myself, "maybe if Brett sees some lesbian action he'll blow his load while jacking off and let this be over". I knew that I was being optimistic, but all I had left was hope. I quickly took off my shirt, bra, shorts and panties. Brett slapped my muscular ass and said, "let’s see what that. Damn it felt good. I acted like it was an accident when I poured some oil over the ass of his briefs. He just looked back and smiled, requesting that I not forget his thighs. With that I continued to move down as I poured oil on my hand and started to massage his thighs. He didn’t object as my hands moved inward. My hand grazed his balls I could tell they were tight. I was staring at his tight ball sack and didn’t realize my hand had slipped under his purple briefs. I was pulled from my.