Not an absolutely undesirable situation.I started fucking Simone nice and slow. Firm, even strokes, feeling her loosen up as I fucked her. I could jus... about reach Angela from where I was, so I reached back and started fingering her as she blew Peter. Her hips pushed back against me as I fingered her sopping cunt, hearing her moan around Peter's cock.We carried on for a while, till I saw Jamie was ready. I pulled out of Simone, making her sigh in disappointment, and we all stood up, Jamie's. And from thinking about his siblings he also realized, that time has passed differently.While in his favourite book series the heir to the throne was a measely twelve years old when the plot started, Lyonel was in fact 21. His little sister Myrcella had seen her 18th nameday earlier this year and their little brother Tommen would also soon hit that mark. A picture of Myrcella rushed through Lyonels mind and she was a far cry of the girl she was in the books and the teenager she was portrayed as. "Kate took him by the hand. She led him up the back stairs of the grandbuilding. She opened the door to a darkened room and led him in. A softred light burned, lending a romantic air. She closed the door behind herand turned to him."Are you wearing the pantyhose?"Chris blushed eight shades of red."Yes." And the undies?" Kate asked."Yes" Chris whispered, blushing even more."And did you bring the bra?" asked Kate, lightly running her hand overhis chest, smiling."Uh-huh" croaked Chris, barely. What a quirky situation. Here I was, thinking about my real husband while I was in bed with my temporary husband, looking forward to having him wake up and screw me. The irony didn’t escape me, but I accepted it. Whoever said life had to make sense. A line from a song passed through my head–if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with–definitely my anthem. I raised up on an elbow and watched Dan sleeping–so peaceful and so quiet. What a breakthrough his quiet breathing was..