James
Michael’s eyes dance as he directs the three into the mirrored room, shushing them as they come in. I catch his gaze, trying to ask the question, but he’s having trouble containing his laughter….
shushing…. and the bulge in his pants….
…. as he points us inside….
Quietly, he and I herd our ‘guests’ into the room where, to give Michael his due, we all grind to a stand-still, surveying the…. startling…. view offered.
Lost in her own internal world, she doesn’t hear us as we enter, and our three guests cluster at the foot of the bed, enjoying the laid-on entertainment as Charlotte, her breathing becoming heavier, m*********s like a vision from a fourteen-year-old’s wet-dream.
I hope the guys will stay quiet for a while, but,
“Hot Damn!” says Gordon
“Holy f**k!” says Daniel.
Her
