) Even without any posters of the latest boy-band heartthrobs, it was still a horrifyingly girly room. No self-respecting guy would be seen dead in a ...oom like this. I was here for the sex though, which beats self-respect every time.After my brain stopped reeling from all that pink, I narrowed my focus to the only thing in this room that I really enjoyed looking at, but she was still sleeping.I shook her a bit, but got no response. I shook her a bit more, but still no response. I got a bit. " Upon further consideration she realized that lying probably wouldn't have worked anyway, as whom ever had sent Gin to her rescue must already know who she was. Better to be honest. Gin lead Dawn towards one of the tables on the far side of the dance floor. Her hand rested lightly on Dawn's shoulder. At first, Dawn wasn't sure how comfortable she was with the other woman's touch. After a moment, she relaxed and accepted it. Gin wasn't stroking her or moving her hand around. It was just a. Of course, the extra eyes watching the youngsters would help, as would the promised availability of my princesses' bottoms, but I was well aware that on balance they would have to slow down and wouldn't have as much enthusiasm for sex for a while as they adjusted to being new moms. That was okay, since they would bounce back, they were sexy as ever, they had more than a little help from the others, and most importantly I loved them for a lot more than just their delicious Middle Eastern. It won’t be the same otherwise.”I let out a sigh and bit my lip at his lurid suggestion. I moved my legs to one side of his instrument and lifted them to the ceiling. I leaned back against the chaise lounge and slipped my fingers into my knickers, and pulled them down over my thighs, down over my legs and left them dangling on the end of my feet. I lifted my legs up to Michael and smiled. He took my knickers and before depositing them on the floor, raised them to his nose. I lifted my dress.