When his fingers reached her slit, he was surprised at how wet she was. He naively didn't think that the moisture he felt was his housemate's cum drip...ing out of her. He stupidly assumed that their fight happened without them fucking. 'Smack, smack, smack, smack' their lips smacked loudly, echoing throughout the living room. Erica sighed into his mouth, his fingers felt really good on her pussy, and what little morals that she still had began to slip away. Mike slipped a finger into Erica's. "Go into the bathroom, and lie down in the bath tub," I told her. "Leave the door to the bathroom open."She started to get up when her brain finally processed the words and she stopped."The bath tub?" she asked."Yes. It's strong enough that, if there is a stray bullet, the tub has a good chance of stopping it. Best we can hope for at the moment."She turned and headed to the bathroom while I was working on the plan that had popped into my head. It was a little 'out there, ' but it was all I. I obeyed immediately. While pulling a smart shirt on, something hit me. I would be in a bar, or a restaurant, with a beautiful young woman, wearing heels, and short dress, and an anklet with a key on that anyone could see. While she wasn’t going to tell anyone, people would know. They would know.“Shall I order a cab, Miss Aurelia?”, I asked. “Of course, we will go to Margini’s, that new bar. You might want to reserve us a table”. Nervously I asked, “If they ask who you are…”, at which point. ‘I like it rough!’ Tucker raised his head from her breast and looked into her eyes ‘But I don’t want to hurt you.’ he said sweetly. Something in his tone made Kenzie slow her pace. She stared back at him. She hadn’t seen it before, and Eowyn never mentioned it, but here was gentleness in Tucker that she liked. ‘Ok, no pain.’ she said barely above a whisper she, kissed him softly, parting her lips to let his tongue push past them. His hands slowly drifted up her back and rested on her.