“Who?” she asked.“The Prime Minister of Sweden. It’s pretty shocking really; there hadn’t been a political assassination of a leader since 1...92 when King Gustav III was murdered at a masquerade ball.”I’d looked that up in a book I had purchased on Swedish history. That book had confirmed what Sofia had said about political assassinations in Sweden, though there had been a murder of a military leader a few years later.“I don’t follow Swedish politics, so that’s why I didn’t know who he was. I. "Her throat suddenly closed with panic, and it wasn't until he'd turned back to his computer and started typing that she found her voice again."What? You ... you can't do that." Sure I can," he said, not even turning back to face her. "It's my room." Yeah, but ... that's not fair! How about if I strip and you just don't jerk off?" Sorry, Rita. There's only one reason I look at you each night, and I think you know it. Of course..."He'd turned back to her, and her hopes had risen, only to be. She looked at me and gave a slight smile, “I don’t know what to do Jay.”I stood up and looked down at her with soft eyes, “It is your call Meg, I am going to go take a shower and get ready. Have your decision when I come back down.”###Sitting on the back patio having a smoke and a beer, I contemplated what Megan was going to do. I downed the rest of my beer and headed into the house. Standing in the kitchen was Megan. A flowered sundress flowed over her body, not hugging her delicious. Every so often I stopped to lean over her and share a cummy kiss with her until I had her nicely cleaned up. The room had two queen sized beds in it and we slid them together. Ash and I sleep in the middle, cuddled together like usual with our guy sleeping on the outside edge of the bed. Four in a bed is fun, no one feels left out, and if the guys dont want to cuddle, we girls are more than happy to cuddle each other. Around 1 p.m. Ash woke me with a kiss. The only thing better than waking with.