"Douglass's hands wandered over Amy's back as they danced, and twice wandered to her buttocks, but he moved them back up before she could say anything... The third time he tried that she pulled away from him. "Well, I think that's enough," she said and walked back to the table.Ginger was sitting on Allen's lap when Amy reached the table. "Oh, Amy!" she said, "You've got such a yummy husband!" I think you mean 'scummy', dahling." What's the matter, 'honey'?" Allen asked. "Afraid someone might be. I ... I meant these!” He held up the fruits and looked aghast.“It’s okay, Mr. Barnes,” Meadow laughed, “I knew what you meant, just a peculiarly funny way of putting it. ‘Tight young cherry.’” The man looked further horrified, then she added, “Really, it’s fine. I’m the one who should apologize.”He shook his head and started to smile, “Well, you should not. Humor is lacking around here. I could use more of it, myself. Sorry it was a bit ribald, though, if unintentional.”“Don’t be sorry. I’m not. Many of the people he spent his time with—cared about even—were ephemerals. And the scary thing about ephemerals was that they were ephemeral. The people he cared about could get killed in random violence, or because it was part of a quest. And yet his attachment to them was real. Dealing with in-game loss was by far the most devastating part of being a dedicated player.He had faced it before with his other characters. The entire town where his tank had been trained was over run by ogres. And. Maybe you need a little help.”Brady traverses the room, planting a kiss on Ivy’s lips. He grabs her hair, slanting his mouth over hers to take the kiss deeper. And when Brady shoves two fingers inside her cunt, on the other side of the barrier, next to Gwen’s, it is all it takes to send Ivy over the edge.She tears her mouth away from Brady, gasping. Her hips jerk wildly, fucking into Gwen’s mouth, spurt after spurt being swallowed by her eager throat. The man steps back to watch his lover lose.