An Indecent Invitation Pt. 08

A lazy afternoon. They had been sightseeing in the morning, then had lunch and most of them had then gone to their beds for a little snooze. Lisa had taken a swim and then settled herself on a lounger in the shade by the pool and, indeed, had gone out like a light for a good three quarters of an hour. Waking, she saw Oliver pottering about.

Lisa raised one leg, drawing back her thigh, bringing her knee towards her. It revealed the long, eclair like, fair hair edged, and nicely plump double swell of her outer pussy lips; the inner lips all hidden away. Just a neat, long slit in otherwise smooth skin. A tidy little arrangement between her parted legs. A pleasing little wobble, too, to her ample thigh.

Pleasing indeed to Oliver. He looked with considerable interest at the girl, at that rather delicious 'eclair', and her more than ample breasts. He was not clad, not even in a beach towel and his interest, his male interest was immediately apparent. A clear interest to put cream in her 'eclair', not confectioner's custard, but fresh cream. To open that long slit, very much with his penis, open and push within. A desire, clearly, to stir and whip up a generous filling of fresh, oozing cream. Oliver walked over to Lisa, his erect penis swaying. She watched him. A smile upon her face.

"Might I?" he asked.

"You may." Lisa had become more accommodating. Was now comfortable with Oliver. She was about to be even more comfortable.

He seated himself down beside her and reached out. Oliver was a mature and experienced man. He was not going to go at Lisa like a bull in a China shop. His fingers traced along her skin. Not even, yet, her breasts, no doubt that would come later, even with her lying down her 'big tatas' were not exactly hidden. Lisa relaxed into being stroked, a little like a kitten might, though she did not quite purr. There was certainly something of the relaxed pussy cat about her, lying there on her back, legs immodestly open, completely relaxed.

"Mmmm," Lisa closed her eyes. Gradually her leg relaxed, her knee unbending as Oliver stroked. Her mouth opening a little and then a sigh issuing as Oliver's fingers started slowly to caress the undersides of her breasts. He did not hurry. There was no need. There was nothing else that had to be done and no one else to consider. All was quiet -- the others were asleep. He used the fingertips of both hands, not manipulating, not kneading Lisa's large breasts but just lightly running them over her skin, not yet closing in on the areolae, though sometimes circling them.

"Please," she asked and still Oliver just encircled.

"Please," she asked again. Not quite a pleading but Oliver relented. His fingers touched her nipples making her shudder. Oliver rubbed, Oliver tweaked, Oliver rolled both nipples between thumbs and forefingers.

"Do you think a girl can come from just her breasts being stroked?"

Oliver bent his head and used his lips and tongue making the girl squirm the more.

"But I don't want to just be touched there, Oliver, my pussy wants to be touched. It wants to be fucked and fucked. Touch me there."

Oliver's hand began its journey, its slow journey from tummy to wet cave. Frustratingly slowly for the girl but yet so sensual, so arousing. So good for Lisa to feel his fingers finally creeping through her curls, stroking the plumpness of her mons, seeking out her little valley, her slit and then to follow that to where it might lead. Down crept his finger, sliding deeper into the valley until it rose up her clitoral hood and stopped.

Lisa drew breath and shuddered.

"Was that?" he asked.

"Not quite, Oliver."

But his fingers did not touch her little button rather went to stroking the soft skin of her upper, inner thighs, tantalisingly just touching the little hairs liberally sprinkled on her spread outer lips but not venturing to touch, still less yet diving in.

"Mount me, please mount me." A girl in heat, wanting to feel a man on top of her, wanting to feel his stiff, thick male organ pushing into her body.

Oliver had mounted before. He made no move to do so, notwithstanding he was sitting with his male organ very much stiff and ready for use. Instead, he deigned to move his fingers into those curls to her outer lips, to stroke the flesh, feel how plump and swollen they were.

"Please," the girl was pleading now. So arousing to have a young woman pleading to be fucked.

Oliver's fingers strayed beyond Lisa's outer lips, moving within - such heat, such wetness and the heat. What was it like? Would imagining pushing fingers into a bowl of freshly cooked tagliatelle and sauce be too extreme a simile? Hot, wet and slippery, moving as you rubbed your fingers in the dish. But unlike with Lisa, if you were to push your fingers too far into the bowl you would reach the hard China, glass or pottery, whereas, with her, your fingers would just keep going up inside her body, into her so hot, so wet, so slippery hole. But why would you push your fingers into a slippery bowl of hot, slippery, saucy tagliatelle? Not a normal activity, whereas slowly drifting fingers into a girl's hot, wet sex is just so what men wish to do and Oliver's fingers did just that. The girl had wanted to be fucked (and fucked) and in went his fingers; not one, not two but all four bunched together. Had it been Phoebe's slender hand, not Oliver's big, masculine hand, then it all might have slipped in!

Lisa came, loudly and almost violently, her arms and legs all a quiver as Oliver's fingers plunged in and out of her quim, thumb not missing to catch her erect clit.

"Stop, stop, stop." But he did not. Not until her hand came down and pulled his fingers violently from her and she closed her legs tightly.

Oliver brought his fingers, still bunched, all wet with her 'sauce' to Lisa's mouth and she sucked, drawing them in. Sucking on them like she might a penis.

Perhaps because she no longer wished to be fucked; perhaps it was the thought from sucking on her own fingers, but when Lisa pulled herself together, she got up from her prone position, turned to Oliver and went down on his penis, absorbing his head and much of the shaft into her mouth just as she had sucked on her own fingers. It was Oliver's turn to close his eyes and just enjoy the sensations, the girl's lips, tongue and hot mouth, sliding, licking, bathing his penis. Clear to Oliver that he was not going to be fucking the girl. It was going to be fellation to the end. No disappointment. Does not sometimes it seem more natural for a stiff penis to be in a mouth than in a vagina? Lisa did not forget his balls either, her fingers coming up to fondle and tease. They were being kept busy that week, much to Oliver's delight. Oliver's body engaged in non-stop semen production. He was needing a lot of it that week -- and would need more.

Eyes shut, his whole being concentrated on his cock, Oliver gave the customary warning, "I think I'm going to..."

If he was not actually about to come, Lisa made sure he jolly well did. And he did! Spasm after spasm, spurt after spurt, all into the girl's mouth. Sure that it had all come out, Lisa did not just stay sucking gently, rather she rose up, swung her leg over him and lowered herself quickly onto Oliver's erection. It did not require any forcing to go in. Down she went and up it went. After all, Oliver was fucking the girl -- or rather she was fucking him!

Lisa pumped his so sensitive ejaculated cock with her vagina, up and down; lent forward and kissed him, and as she did so she fed him back a little of his cum as they shared tongues and as he went all soft in her. Out he fell leaving just their soft and wet sexes merely rubbing together, no longer joined.

"Oh, Oliver, that was so nice. This really is being a lovely holiday. I was so unsure. Would it be better with more men? I don't know. This sharing with Molly, Trish and Phoebe... sharing your cock, sharing your cum with my friends. It's all a bit weird but feels so natural here. Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Molly's already asked."

"It's a big enough bed. We can share. We can share you!"

"You'll have to ask Molly."

The difficulties of being the only cock around! In such demand. What a pleasant difficulty for a man to have. Perhaps particularly difficult for the older man without the easy erections and recovery of youth, when confronted with no less than four young ladies to keep 'amused'. Quite how an older eastern gentleman with a harem might cope is perhaps a puzzle. Easier for the younger man you would think. Pleasant to imagine a young male student going up to university, perhaps for his fresher year and finding himself sharing a flat with four girls, perhaps not freshers like himself, perhaps even mature students; the young man not only finding himself sharing the accommodation but in considerable demand in each of the girls' beds. A surprise to him but rather a welcome surprise. How convenient for the girls to have such a virile young man 'on tap' so to speak. None of the complications of actually having a boyfriend but getting the sex nonetheless. Better than a little solo jilling, no doubt. How many of them could he service in a night? Perhaps two and one in the morning! Surely the demand will vary. Some nights just the one or even none, but other nights... Do they perhaps, one night, perhaps insist he 'does them all'. Not easy for him! Can he do it?

Do they set up a 'booking' diary sitting there on the kitchen worktop? Who has booked him for Wednesday? Imagine him sitting there idly looking through the diary before heading off to lectures, eating his cornflakes and seeing what has been planned for him by his flatmates. Does the diary entry include any 'special requests'? What might they do for him as a birthday treat?

Lisa did, indeed, ask Molly.

"Molly," Lisa began, "I asked Oliver if I might sleep with him tonight but he says he's already promised you. Would you very much mind if we, um, shared -- shared Oliver. I just feel I need..."

"Oliver does have a big... bed, Lisa. I suppose..." Had it been Phoebe she would probably have said no, but Lisa's big eyes and puppy look rather melted her. The sex was not exactly being private in the villa. Had Oliver, only the day before, fucked them all around and around a table, and it had been her he had ejaculated into.

Round and round the table

Like a randy bear;

One fuck, two fucks,

Cum in you under there!

She should not be greedy. It was just sometimes rather nice to be just two together, but perhaps that was not this holiday!

"Of course, Lisa, only you know Oliver might want us to be a bit, um, friendly." Had not Oliver in the pub said something about all men liking to see a bit of girl-on-girl action? She had not forgotten that. Was that true or did Oliver just rather like the idea?

When it came to it -- going to bed -- it was not exactly a secret that Molly and Lisa were going to sleep with Oliver. Not really possible with Trish and Molly sharing one bedroom and Phoebe and Lisa sharing the other. Nor possible after Phoebe had asked Oliver if he wanted a bed companion and found she had joined the queue too late.

"Tomorrow," Oliver had promised Phoebe, no doubt enjoying the demand on his time. Not perhaps what he had expected back in the 'Rose and Crown' -- probably he had thought more that he would have to pick somewhat reluctant girls for each separate 'activity' or 'session'. Much better for him to have hands going up and cries of 'me, me, me'.

"Any plans for the evening?" asked Molly when she met Lisa on the way to Oliver's room that night.

A giggle, "One or two things."

They looked at each other. Two naked girls about to get in bed with a man they had only met something like a fortnight before. It was all so very different from what they would have been doing back in England. But they were on holiday.

"I'm not sure how this works. Do we, um, take the initiative, Molly? Do we take it in turns or... together?"

"I expect it will all come naturally." Another giggle. "One of us either side of Oliver. He'll probably turn left and right and left and right."

"Do I look all right?" asked Lisa.

"Voluptuous, Lisa, just great. Erection inducing, I suppose. If I'd got a cock..."

Lisa looked down at Molly's curls. No fine male organ stood there. She would have looked rather peculiar if it had, with her long black hair, full breasts and wide hips. "You look lovely too, Molly. Such pretty hair..." a giggle, "I meant that on your head but... nice little triangle too!" Neither girl was nervous. They were both happy with visiting Oliver. They were just talking together. "Should we have accessorised?" Lisa added.

"I didn't bring frilly undies, suspenders or stockings. I suppose a choker would be nice or a bit of jewellery."

"Mmmm, gold ankle chains perhaps. Wispy bits of silk just covering our 'bits'. Baby doll nighties... I wonder what Oliver would really have liked. Perhaps we should ask him?"

"Black stockings and suspenders."

"You could be in white, Molly and me in the black. Nice contrasts. Light and dark."

"Like our pussies! Shall we go in?"

Was it necessary to knock? They were expected. Oliver was sitting cross=legged in the middle of his bed. Naked as they -- no accessories! Would a gold penis ring have looked good? He was already erect. He patted the bed either side of him. The girls settled down, heads on the pillows. It was clear Oliver had something in mind. Clear it was sexual! No need for them to take the initiative. As soon as they were on the bed, Oliver's fingertips were on them. Light little touches, not to breasts or nipples, not to thighs or curls, not particularly to erogenous zones but simply to their exposed flesh.

"Just close your eyes and let me..."

It was lovely, just lying there being touched, not massaged really, just stroked with fingertips. Oliver's left and right hands at work on each girl as they lay there, not quite spread-eagled but relaxed and open; especially with thighs open, waiting for Oliver's fingers to make their way, as surely they would, to touch, wriggle, tease and penetrate. Oliver did not hurry -- why would he with all the time needed and the erotic pleasure of having not one but two young women's bodies so at his disposal? He took his time, enjoying seeing if he could touch every square inch of exposed flesh, leaving the best until last.

By the time Oliver's fingers began circling breasts the girls were almost screaming with desire and arousal. Did they want to be touched on their nipples, did they want to be touched between their legs, did they want to be fucked? Most certainly - they wanted desperately to be fucked. Had Oliver two fine, tall young men 'waiting in the wings' they would probably have been delighted to be suddenly mounted; to have hard naked young male bodies on top of them; eager and with -- let us make them thick, long and meaty - cocks, pushing into each and giving them just such a 'rogering'. Let us give these lads considerable stamina and staying power so neither gave Molly or Lisa any let up until both had come twice -- or should we make that thrice? The lads leaving Oliver with two quite exhausted young women possessing quite remarkably drippy, gooey and open holes for him to enjoy at his leisure.

But no fine young men, not even other older men. No friends of Oliver's to come to his aid or rather the girls' aid; no fine young men hiding in the en-suite or wardrobe. Instead, Oliver's fingers began a slow spiral up one of each girl's breasts, orbiting again and again but slowly rising. One finger to each but stroking across every inch, or, given the size of Oliver's fingertips, every square centimetre of boob flesh. The concentric circles steadily getting smaller and smaller until, finally, he was going around and around just beyond the dark pigmentation of areolae.

"Please," whispered Molly, her thighs now wide open.

In Oliver circled, fingertips over those little bumps to the areolae. Round and round before he paused, listening to the girls' fast breathing. And then he squeezed -- both girls' nipples. Dual cries from the two girls, a rapid fluttering of knees. Had Oliver done it? A nipple orgasm -- two nipple orgasms - one for each girl?

Then he repeated his actions, rather faster this time on the girls' other breasts. Another tweak to those breasts' nipples; and then he bent his head and sucked all four in turn. What a pleasure for him - four nipples to suck -- and what a pleasure for the girls.

On down their bodies. Clear to the girls where, at last, the man's fingers were heading. Their thighs were wide in readiness -- open to receive him, open to receive his hands and his poking, stroking, teasing fingers. Open and very wet indeed. Down walked his fingers, down from breasts to tummy to the very edge of the two girls' thickets. Dark and fair, full and curly. Down went fingers, searching for the very start of the girls' slits. And then they stopped.

"Why don't you two take over and I'll just watch."

What!

Molly, rather desperate now to be touched, so wanting Oliver's finger to run further into her little valley, realised this was the lesbian moment. What Oliver had casually mentioned in the 'Rose and Crown' -- 'girl-on-girl action' or something like that now coming to pass. 'Nothing unusual' he had said but clearly did not think this unusual. He had said all men like to see... did they?

Oh! Oh, indeed. Oliver's hands were withdrawn and he eased himself down the bed and off, standing to look down on the two girls; looking now at them from a different and higher angle; looking at their erect nipples, their spread and open legs and their so wet pussies -- dark and fair. Oliver had not lost anything of his erection but now his right hand descended to lightly clasp. The girls did not sit up, rather they turned their heads towards each other and shuffled closer across the bed taking the space where Oliver had been.

Clear what he wanted to see; clear what he wanted them to do -- could they? Could Molly, could Lisa? They were so worked up, so aroused -- by Oliver.

"Kiss," he said. Was it really a command or a request? Molly moved her head closer to Lisa, soft, full, feminine lips touched. A kiss, a gentle mouth to mouth kiss between friends, an almost chaste kiss but mouth to mouth nonetheless.

"Tongues," said Oliver. Clear he did not want chaste!

Mouths opened and the lips came a little apart, seeming almost to stick together as if reluctant to part. Molly sure that Oliver did not just want to know or imagine tongues in each of the other girl's mouth but to see it. And see it he did. Two pink tongues erecting and pushing out of their own mouths into the other girl's mouth. An erectile penetration, a mutual penetration, sliding out of one mouth into the other, tongues wetly alongside each other, moving sinuously, caressing for Oliver's benefit.

"Yes," breathed Oliver, "very nice."

It was all right, if a bit or a lot not her. Was it at all Lisa? Molly did not think so. Not quite so sure about Phoebe.

"Now hands, use your hands. Your fingers, as you kiss."

In some ways this was stranger, though little different, really, from what Molly did to herself in bed some nights. She knew how to stimulate her own sex, knew what she liked. It was just she was going to have her fingers on and in her friend's sex not her own. She would have preferred Oliver's fingers to Lisa's, but it was not as if she could see with her tongue in Lisa's mouth. Fingers would be touching her, they could almost be Oliver's, though she would sure she would notice the difference: they would not be so thick -- more delicate. Molly moved her own hand, feeling for Lisa's mounded curls, placing her finger just where Oliver had paused, as she felt Lisa do the same. Lisa would soon be feeling just how wet Molly had become. She was sure Lisa would be as wet.

Molly's finger slipped down Lisa's cleft. Like Oliver she did not hurry, not 'diving in' but tentatively travelling down and then circling the pool -- walking around the edge of the 'swimming pool' with her fingers. She could feel Lisa following her lead. Molly smiled, it was as it should be, she was the leader of their little gang! She could imagine if this was Phoebe on the bed next to her, Phoebe would deliberately do something different, just being Phoebe, but Lisa was clearly content to follow. It was different, rather exciting really, to have someone else's fingers touching her -- there -- but doing just as Molly wished done to her. Working Lisa's fingers as if by remote control, her hand on the joystick -- well perhaps a poor simile, that would more be the case with two men masturbating each other! One following the lead of the other. Controlling Lisa's fingers by her 'touchpad' perhaps. Molly moved her finger to lightly caress one of Lisa's inner lips and felt Lisa's finger do the same to her.

Slow movements but quick responses on Lisa's part. Molly's vagina had been aching for some time to be filled. More her thought had been Oliver's cock doing the filling but, failing that, his bunched fingers. Instead, she let her finger slip into her friend -- and Lisa did the same for her. It was not long before Molly had a second in, and then a third, and lastly a fourth stretching Lisa -- and almost immediately herself - pushing and pulling in and out. Molly fucking Lisa and Lisa fucking Molly. It was good, very good.

"Go soixante-neuf, girls, head to toe, kiss, use your tongues."

"Oliver, really!"

"Go on, wet faces, I want to see wet faces."

He was indeed standing there wanking close to the bed. A possible, even probable risk of the girls being warmly spattered. Molly, of course, took the initiative. She got up on the bed, swivelled around and straddled Lisa, lowering her pussy towards Lisa's face. Wide eyed, perhaps, she would see what was coming towards her; but so could Molly, as she lowered her face down between Lisa's thighs. A dark thicket of wet curls, a splayed open pussy with an open cave, the one so recently vacated by Molly's fingers, and there, too, her standing clit. All ready to be gently sucked. Molly swallowed. Had she not always wanted to lick her own pussy? Well, yes, but another girl's? Quite a different matter. Easier had it been Oliver's stiff cock there in front of her mouth, or a nice boy's stiff prick. This was all a bit...

"Oooh," went Molly, she had lowered her pussy faster than her face. The feel of Lisa's tongues and lips... "Oooh," she went again, "that is good Lisa." It was!

It was time to return the favour. There right before her Lisa's open sex, all curls fringed, wet and succulent -- was that the right word? Wet and hotly fragrant -- was that the right word? Molly extended her tongue and licked. She had tasted girl before, only it was her own taste, her own wetness on her fingers to her lips and tongue. This was Lisa, her friend. At first, she followed Lisa's actions but soon it was Lisa following hers. Once again it was like working her tongue on her pussy -- in her sex, in her hole -- by remote control. Licking herself just how she would lick if she could, somehow, have reached her own sex.

"May I?" came Oliver's voice. Molly raised her head from between Lisa's legs and looked at him. He had knelt so his face could easily reach between Lisa's legs. They looked at each other. Oliver smiled,

"You have a delightfully wet face, Molly." And he licked -- he just licked Molly's cheek. So strangely erotic the caress of his tongue, one, two, three licks and then his face went down between Lisa's legs.

No let up on the tongue in her folds, creases and hole. No let up in the stroking of her standing little man by Lisa's tongue, any more than there was much pause in Oliver and then Molly's work between Lisa's legs. Shared cunnilingus, taking it in turns to push their faces into Lisa's pussy.

Lisa's tongue work became frantic when she was obviously coming, and then a muffled cry of "stop, stop, stop," indicating Molly's immediate concentration on Lisa's little button should now cease. Evidently now, post orgasmic, far too sensitive -- on fire perhaps.

Molly raised her head only to find she was now staring down the 'barrel' of Oliver's rigid penis, clear fluid hanging from it -- a drop held on a thread. Molly opened her mouth -- that was more like it! She moved forward, her lips wet from Lisa, her mouth full of Lisa's taste, and wrapped her lips around Oliver's cock, drawing the whole of the 'plum' in, tasting the sweetness of Oliver's pre-cum, hollowing her cheeks to draw yet more fluid up his urethra and into her mouth. Was actually this better than having two men together? A theoretical idea only. A man in her mouth but a woman who knew how to fully stimulate a wet pussy between her legs. Molly wondered if, perhaps, better still a second man having his cock in her vagina, stretching it fully open as Lisa or another woman licked; licked her nether lips, toyed with her clit; licked where the man's shaft moved in and out of her hole -- and licked the man's hanging balls.

Molly came. As strongly, she was sure, as Lisa had done. She half expected Oliver to come, there and then, in her mouth. She was ready for it -- however much came -- but it did not. As she quietened down, the warmth of her orgasm still tingling within her, she raised herself from Lisa's face and from Oliver's cock, shuffled to the side and collapsed on the bed, face down, shutting her eyes. She might have gone to sleep if it had not been for the mattress starting to bounce up and down. Without opening her eyes, she knew Oliver had mounted Lisa. The girl had been there flat on her back with her thighs open. Clear Oliver had, simply as anything, got on top of her, pushing her down into the bed and inserting the cock that had so recently been in Molly's mouth into Lisa's hole -- the one, again, she had so recently had her tongue in -- albeit not as far in as Oliver's penis was going!

Molly rolled onto her back and opened her legs, "Do you want to, Oliver? You can -- as well."

No immediate move to change girls but it would be a surprise if any man presented with two young women with open and wet vaginas, inviting him to share, would not wish to fuck both. Molly doubted she would come a second time but it would be nice to be fucked. Indeed, it was lovely to feel Oliver moving and then the man getting on top of her, mounting her, feeling his lips pressing on hers. They were not lovers, this was sexual kissing, penetrative certainly; so good, too, to feel his hard penis, his girth, entering her and fucking - they were not lovers, this was sexual copulation only, penetrative certainly.

Oliver swapped more than once without cumming. And then, "I know you are both comfortably settled but would you mind awfully... I know it's a bit of a silly thing... could you reposition yourselves, the other way up, bottoms at the edge of the bed. Yes, it's silly, really, but I'd rather like to cum in both of you together -- ejaculate in both vaginas -- I'll have to move quickly."

"Mid orgasm, mid ejaculation?" asked Lisa, "really?"

'Men and their funny desires,' thought Molly. Suspecting, 'that he'll want to try that with all four of us next!' Her thought that it was, 'probably easier and more sensible to just fuck us all properly with a few hours between, one after the other all on one day.' Nonetheless she complied.

Nothing too unusual, Oliver had said in the pub. Inseminating two women with one ejaculation is, however, pretty unusual! Nonetheless Oliver joined what is probably quite an exclusive club... or maybe not!

On hands and knees, pushing their bottoms back, side by side, Molly looked at Lisa and Lisa looked at Molly and they shrugged their shoulders. A little frown and funny expression on Lisa's face and Molly knew she had just received Oliver's cock in her vagina, again. She rocked forward a few times as Oliver pushed against her. Again, a smile at Molly and an opening of eyes, and then Molly felt Oliver's cock against her entrance and felt it slide in. Oliver was not just cumming, he was carrying on with his multi-fuck, his happy swapping between pussy and pussy, between Lisa's fair fringed and Molly's dark fringed sex.

But only for so long. No doubt he thought the girls really wanted to just lie down and sleep so it was not fair to keep them up and, in any, case there is only so much double fucking a man can take before he simply has to come! Oliver had his plan. Did the girls know when he was about to come? Perhaps a little more enthusiastic pounding at Lisa's generous bottom gave the clue; her body jerking just a bit more. A groan, and a quicker out of Lisa and into Molly than before, did rather tell them both he was ejaculating and, if those two factors were not enough, Molly, at least, felt a spurt of wet heat on her bottom cheek before Oliver's penis plunged into her again and fucked hard. Seemingly most of the semen had been deposited in the 'proper' place, or rather 'places' plural; apart from the single errant spurt to Molly's bottom.

"Oh yes, oh yes!" Oliver was presumably very pleased with himself and his actions. Very pleased at having had two girls together; two girls in his bed; having inseminated them both at the same time. No doubt that was a man thing!

Three bodies settling down to sleep in the heat. Oliver's bed was big, six-foot-six wide so that gave each a comfortable two-foot-two to settle without touching another's hot flesh. It was, indeed, another hot night and they were sweaty. Unsurprising given what they had all been up to. Nonetheless, despite heat and rather damp bodies, Oliver dropped into sleep first and Lisa and Molly quickly followed. It had all been very satisfactory.