" Abby mused as she looked me over,brow furrowed thoughtfully. "Hmm, not much difference, but I don'tremember your dress having slits on the side lik... that. I take it thatmeans you succeeded?" Yes, although, only barely," I muttered in annoyance, looking down atmyself. My outfit did look almost the same with only a few very slightmodifications. "Thing's stubborn." Well, that's no surprise. The real question is, how did you manage toget it to change at all?" the blue-haired woman inquired.I. I look over at Wayne and saw that he was gently rubbing his hand across the bulge that showed itself and I heard him moan as he saw the two guys start kissing. ‘Turn you on?’ I asked. ‘I’ve never seen that before, it’s wild’ he said. I smiled at him as I started to rub my dick through my jock strap knowing he could see everything I was doing. I slowly slipped my hand down the front and started to really give my dick some good hard squeezing. I knew that there was no way that Wayne could not see. ”“And it will piss a few people off,” Monty pointed out, “but you’re right about having to move. This place isn’t sustainable, and we’re going to have to admit it. We’ll survive.”“Have you found Winslow yet?” I enquired shifting the conversation away from discussing the upcoming move. I’d talk to Gogra and Monty about that later. I was still fixated on finding Winslow and putting an end to the man, no matter what.“No,” Monty admitted with a sigh. “I’ve swept the plateau completely and the big. You're shuddering, shivering, crying out as I stroke and rub your clit, massaging you deep, drawing your own blood higher and higher. You, too, are fighting it, straining to hold it back. We're fucking desperately, savagely, working for it together, pushing each other closer and closer, nearer and nearer the edge - each of us holding back, and tormenting the other - each of us trying to make the other cum first - and both of us losing... "We don't have to stop when we cum," I groan in your ear..