I groaned when Lora stopped sucking andstarted walking out of the bathroom. Once again, Ifollowed her.Lora and I wound up in her bedroom at the end of...he long, upstairs hallway. I remember trembling andnot being able to stop. Lora and I climbed onto herbed and kissed, nuzzled, massaged and explored eachother. We both seemed to be working ourselves to afrenzy, relishing each other’s tastes and smells. Ifinally took the initiative and found myself lookingat my sister’s pussy, moving. ”“You’re taking AnneMarie to a bawdy house?” I exclaimed.“Precisely. The one involved has a room in it through which you can watch through a looking glass into another room without being seen, to watch the antics of other revelers. When I mentioned the existence of such places to AnneMarie she became rather taken with the idea.”I glanced across the couch at James and was quite unsurprised to find him attempting to hide a most prodigious erection within his trousers. I had known for quite some. The two had moods that ranged from mildly excited to deathly afraid.Rupert Giles wasn't an airhead. He was fussy, prissy, a lot like her first impressions of Mr. Glastonbury. Except, once you got past simple impressions, it was clear that there was the same sort of adamantine steel underneath the over-polite facade.To put it mildly, Kennedy had lost confidence in herself, in Watchers, lost confidence in the Slayer ... the whole lot of them. And it had happened so fast!Then there was the fact. While it appeared to be a long walk, and I was certainly aware of sweat between my shoulders and neck, we were soon in the cool confines of the entryway of the restaurant. Rather than stop at the host’s stand, Kat continued into the depths of the main floor and quickly we were standing before a banquet, already occupied by a tastefully dressed Rachel. And she had a bottle of wine in front of her.“You made it!” she said sliding out.Her voice was high and bright as she stood on tip toe to kiss.