The next day was pretty normal, sitting at home on my laptop and writing for troubled teen girls. I was wearing a loose grey shirt, with the same legg...ngs as yesterday. I began to get cold and I decided that I wanted to get Eric’s large red sweatshirt from his room that I often borrowed because it was massive and amazingly comfortable. I opened his door and realized that I had never been in this room before and it was quite nice, other then the floor being littered with clothes. I looked around. With a wave he indicated that the Herald should continue. Megan moved out of the corner to see what was going on."His august Majesty requests the pleasure of the Lady Megan Smyth!"Megan wasn't at all sure what to do, but Brun solved it by pushing her toward the front of the room. More laughter accompanied her passage to the front where she simply stopped next to Richard and stared."Megan," hissed Richard, "you really should curtsey, you know?"Megan tried, but it was more than a little awkward.. God she had terrific tits, and as expected my cock was now in full bloom as I stroked it for all it was worth. I have to admit, seeing her standing there just staring at me made me feel even more daring. So I stopped beating off for a minute and reached down to grab her by her firm luscious hips and swiveled her around so I could take a look at da' ass! "Damn." I whispered to myself. "You got a body built for sin, sweetheart." Without further ado, I carefully twirled my fingers into the sides. Finally my mother decided to go to bed and told me to come too and share her bet with her. I was surprised, we hadn’t shared the same bed for six years, not since I was ten and I had innocently placed my hand on her breast when we slept. My mother had woken up and yelled at me that time. Now however I knew why, then it wasn’t quite so understandable.“But Mom I don’t wear any PJ’s.” I said trying to get out of this. I knew the duvet on my bed would be lovely and warm tonight, after I’d.