” Whatever he said was met with great approval as several men burst into laughter. It rolled down the hallway and sent a shiver through her. It felt...deliciously naughty to be sitting like this with so many men close by. She couldn’t help but put her fingertip on the throbbing spot between her thighs. If they only knew, she sighed.The lazy motion of her finger wiggling back and forth took her focus. Still, yearning for release, the nearness of her man promised her that satisfaction was close at. The rules are clear on that. But I was headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly remember rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top. Then I crawled in next to my snoring bear of a husband and slept the sleep of the damned.I woke up the next morning feeling great...birds shining, sun chirping. My cotton panties were neatly folded by the side of the bed, which was weird;. She recognised them instantly, even before she heard the shout of their owner. She couldn't believe it. She had waited for this moment for so long and now Deanna was fucking Jean-Luc. Deanna knew how she felt about him and what about Will..? Beverley's mind raced. She wanted to burst in on them so badly, but after taking a few breaths she walked around the villa towards the main bedroom window, or at least the space where a window would be. She carefully peeked into the room and saw Deanna's. She looked at me and said, "You have a decent set up. A little tight, like you said, but I think we can manage. She looked over to my heavy and speed bags and noticed something. "You chained the bottom of the heavy."I nodded and grinned. "You won't have to worry about me knocking you teeth loose," I quipped. She gave me a dirty look. "Actually, it's more for zero-g consideration. This way it isn't floating about loose. It's still got enough play for me, though." It's too bad we don't have any.