He slid an arm under my head and I shifted into his body.Kiss me, I wanted to say. But I didn’t.“What do you want to do today?” he asked. “I k...ow half of it is gone, but we can still go out if you’d like.”“No,” I said and snuggled closer. “I want to do this.”“Ok, he said easily. “We can do this for a while.”But, of course, we got tired of just lying there after about an hour and we got up for lunch. We wiled away the afternoon by the pool where I asked him – very originally – to put some. Her hotel suite was a wreck. There were beer bottles all over the place and cocaine residue on a mirror on her coffee table.None of those were from Sunday night. They were still left over from Saturday's bash. She shuddered when her mind drifted back to some of the things she'd done in the past 48 hours. She had awakened Sunday morning with another body nestled behind her.The clock read 11 a.m. so she jabbed an elbow backward."Wake up, Randi," she said. "You have rehearsal in an hour."She was. They were her best panties, but she didn't mind getting them wet. That fact would just show her lover how desperately she wanted to screw him. She didn't care about dinner, even though she should have been hungry at this point. She just wanted to jump her new supervisor's bones.That became obvious when Gavin pulled into his driveway, opened the door for Natasha, and smelled her as he led her to the front door. He winked at her as they went inside, as if to indicate that he knew how wet she had. This revealed the bra that completed her lingerie set, its lilac side panels and cups decorated with black polka-dots, and with the top half of the cups made of the black lace. She had firm breasts, medium-sized but probably at least one cup size larger than those of her blonde companion. The latter began to caress these with one hand, whilst with the other she gave an encouraging push on the back of my head, impelling my mouth forward onto her lover’s pussy, and avidly watching everything that.