.. us...?” Stephanie asked, flabbergasted. “Together?” Though too embarrassed to admit she’d never played a Fantasy Wars title, it was pretty ...lear their costumes were from entirely different genres.“Of course,” Brian agreed readily, drawing his fantasy pistol from his shoulder holster in a smooth motion. His other hand slipped around the small of Stephanie’s back, delicately pulling her against him. Deep inside of Stephanie, a furnace was trembling into motion, small pink flames sputtering. "Sam says I have to wear the apron. It gets you into the spirit. It makes you feel 'cookish.' But, I'm forbidden to wear the chef's cap. Only Jeff and Sunny can do that." I'm getting close," said Sandy.Except for the delightful dinner party Friday night with my parents and Jeff, this was more repartee than I heard in an entire year of meals at my house.We sat down to eat and I noticed they mixed their chili with a bit of rice so I followed their example.Sunny was the first to comment."This is. His cock started to soften as I finished licking his juices off and I stood up to face him, he told me he wanted to taste me now and guided me back to sitting on the desk kneeling before me he peeled off my panties, opened my legs, and ran his fingers over my bald pussy. Sucking his cock had really turned me on, my juices had gathered between my lips and were now all over his fingers as he brought them to his mouth to taste me. He had large hands, well manicured but the backs were a little. That was my sign to him that I’d made my decision in her favour but as the new person would be working with him, the final word had to be his. As I sat down beside her, she smiled and proceeded to answer his question, arguing that working alongside us wouldn’t be a problem. At school, whilst the three of us were friends, we were never that close. After a moment of silence, she looked at me, grinned and said, she’d not have an issue with the clothing optional policy that Isabella and I used to.