His pulse rate, already quickened by the thought of doing something with Vicky, went ballistic when she walked back into the room.She'd had a shower, ...udging from the wet, tousled hair, and she was wearing a short, silk robe. A short, silk robe and ... er ... nothing. Peter couldn't be cast iron sure but he reckoned she was completely naked underneath. He certainly knew she had no top or bra on because the robe was quite carelessly belted at the waist, and he caught flashes of her breasts as. ‘The Trashmaster’ his online friends called him, due to the sheer amount of trash in his room. The floor, the ceiling, his bed, even in between the wall-mounted air conditioner somehow, it was as if there had been a literal tsunami of trash come into his room and made it home.“Time to tidy myself up, I guess.” These days, he had little to no motivation to even do the most basic of tasks. The most he would do would be the occasional getting up just to get another Instant Noodle Cup from his. Although, then, we went back to her jugs once again and sucked on those delicate nipples endlessly as we also continued to finger fuck her too. I nearly felt like I was intruding, but they made it clear how welcome I was.We had never done anything sexual before, so I found myself in a sexy paradise, so to speak. After another moment, I felt Britney move my hand further onto Phoebe's pussy. So, I felt a full palm grasp on it with Britney's help, so she did give me her blessing."Oh, you like your. "How did you do this to yourself? You couldn't have! You don't even look like yourself... "I like it though." Worry faded to something more primal in her tone, as she realized that I had set this up for her somehow."The tag is a nice touch." I felt a tugging at my balls and groaned soundlessly at the orgasm that was close but wouldn't come. "To Mistress Z, from Santa."She saw the other two gifts and opened them, one at a time. Reading instructions for the remote took a while, but as the gag was.