In fact I’d rather like to do it again.’ She turned her face towards me, a grin spreading across it. I smiled at her. ‘But I have a rather bette... idea.’ She moved and sat facing me from the end of the bed. She pulled the duvet away from me. Our faces were the length of the bed apart, her feet between mine and slowly, so slowly, she used her feet to spread mine. Then, with her feet against the soles of mine, the pushed my feet so my knees bent. ‘Open the robe.’ I opened it and she seemed to take. He stacked several logs on the rack, added kindling, and started the fire. Once he was sure the fire was going to stay lit, he closed the screen and went back to the couch. Megan reached over him and turned the table lamp off, leaving the television and the fire the only source of light in the room.Folding her legs under her, Megan leaned into Jack and put her hand on his leg. She caressed his thigh, moving closer to his crotch with each stroke. Jack turned to her, grinned, and pressed his lips. I was a little nervous about showering in a big open room like that but figured I'd better get used to it. I peeled off my jeans and t-shirt and threw them on the bench before stepping onto the big tiled floor. It felt so good to have the hot steaming water cascading down over me. I grabbed the soap and thoroughly washed myself. I found myself constantly looking at the open doorway as if I expected someone to come in. I think subconsciously, I was hoping Sven would come in, and I felt ashamed. It was a very big house, more of a manor, really. It had two floors, not including the attic, 6 bedrooms (1 master bedroom), a terrace, a pool in the backyard, and a rooftop patio. In his early college years, this was the perfect party destination; big enough to house all of his invitees and even the occasional walk-in, but not so big that you would be finding passed out guests the week after.Looking at the completed machine, Stewart couldn't help but think about how big the fucking thing was..