As usual, we chatted for some time. She asked me to play a Bollywood song still I remember that. When I was playing she was already in her books (some...sort of novels), moving her fingers with my music by sitting in her bed.I was sitting on a stool as it’s comfortable to sit in a stool while playing guitar. I just closed my eyes for a while. When I opened my eyes I was shocked that her top is a little bit up and the panty line is clearly visible in her hot leggings. I try to change my gaze but. Your moan starts with nothing more than a full expelling of air, an almost silent moan, but soon build to the harsh, animal grunts and noises that I long to draw from you endlessly. “Who’s slut are you?” It takes you a moment to realize I’m speaking. Even longer to realize your expected to reply. Longer still to be sure of the answer. I twist the vibe and snap you back to the moment. Remember Lucy. Remember your training I tell you telepathically. “Yours, Sir” I give the vibe another deep. "I think you just gave me a positive answer," she chuckled. "You got a real boner just thinking about it, didn't you?"I could only nod and smile back. "I was just visualizing how that might look. I know that it would turn me on big time. You know, Petra invited us to visit any time," I added casually."Petra seems to have a thing for you," Kris accused. "She must have enjoyed your brief encounter. I think she and Sam have a very liberal perspective when it comes to things like last night." They. Heather opened her mouth and Anne took it as an invitation and plunged her eager tongue deep, licking the inside of Heathers sweet tender mouth. Heather returned the passionate kiss and began sucking on Annes tongue. Anne decided this was best taken inside before they got caught fucking in the gazebo. Rising to her feet she took Heather by the hand and led her into the house and down the hall thru the open bedroom door. Without any prompting Heather reached out and slid Annes shorts off her.