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"Island Paradise: DevKris" - Chapter 4 of ??
|| (M/F, F/F and just about everything else)
Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2003
E-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
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Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/
IMPORTANT!: Note that this story takes place _between_ the
events of chapters 36 & 37 of "Island Paradise: Eternity".
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The very moment Stacy stepped into the restroom and
triggered its motion detector, the corresponding monitor
here inside the voyeur room came to life. After closing
the door, Stacy went over to the tub and turned its water
on. She adjusted its temperature to her liking and then
allowed the tub to begin to fill with water. A moment
later, the leggy vixen (who looked strikingly similar to
Kristanna) leaned against the sink-top and took her socks
off one at a time. Could this be happening? Was I about
to be given to eavesdrop on Stacy as she took a bath?
Back in their guest suite, Torrie was eyeing the closed
restroom door while gently caressing and prodding each of
her large, beautiful breasts with an open hand through the
t-shirt that she wore. Although I do not believe she and
Stacy had been with each other in a sexual sense as of yet,
it was clearly obvious just by watching her now upon the
surveillance monitor that Torrie had a hot, physical
attraction for the 23-year-old stunner from Maryland. And
who could blame her? Any woman who could remind me of
Kristanna - as Stacy did - had to be a total knockout.
Torrie's green eyes were glazed over as she continued to
stare at the closed restroom door, while also still rubbing
her breasts through the fabric of her blouse. There was
one thing on her mind, and it was obvious. The blonde diva
from Idaho was fascinating about what it would be like if
she was to join Stacy in the bathtub for some play time.
Or, since Torrie was involved, should I say _lesbian_ play
time? Unfortunately, Torrie did not care for my gender.
Torrie let out a long-winded sigh and now used both hands
to generously cup and squeeze her breasts. The busty vixen
glanced at the door again, then gently murmured, "Oh God...
Stacy is so pretty." My eyes wide as I watched her, Torrie
settled down onto the mattress and moaned out in arousal.
Before gliding her right hand underneath the waistband of
her shorts, Torrie looked at the restroom door yet again. It
seemed as if she wanted to make certain that Stacy would
not be stepping out anytime soon. Satisfied for now, Torrie
groaned out as she slid several fingers between her thighs.
The young woman's body began to squirm and writhe about
upon the bed, albeit in a gentle fashion, as she twiddled
away at her pussy with a bevy of fingers. Her shorts were
blue and made of cotton, and were quite a snug fit. Though
I could not see Torrie's pussy as she massaged it, I followed
the plight of her long, supple fingers through the fabric.
"Hmmmmm," she sighed, her knees now in the air and feet
flat upon the bed. "That girl is a princess..."
Inside the voyeur room, I could not resist the urge to
withdraw my throbbing cock from my own shorts and feverishly
stroke it in the open air. Having the opportunity to watch
Torrie as she masturbated in this private moment was special.
I wondered to myself if I would ever be given the chance to
touch that beautiful body, or even better yet, make love to
it. For whatever reason, Torrie absolutely hated men.
I should have felt guilty for spying on Torrie, but I
didn't. The sexual voyeur in me always won out over my
decent, logical side in the end. I have simply tried to
convince myself over the past ten months that I was doing
nothing wrong by eavesdropping on my array of guests. As
long as I kept the video under lock and key, and did not
allow others to see it, that is. It was innocent fun. I
tried to convince myself of that, but there were plenty of
times when I eavesdropped and still felt like a low-life.
Torrie licked her lips as her actions upon the bed became
more animated. Her knees still in the air, those legs were
moving as she continued pleasuring her pussy with her right
hand. With her left, she traced it across the outline of
her breasts. Wow, I said to myself. What a goddess...
"Let's get off together," I said outloud in the voyeur
room, busily frigging my cock, my eyes transfixed upon that
one monitor. "Come on, sweetheart. Get yourself off. Get
yourself off, and help ME get off, too."
Torrie giggled as I said those words. I wondered if she
was fantasizing about what it would be like to do the things
to Stacy's sweet pussy that she was now doing to her own. I
did not need to wonder. That was obviously on her mind.
"Hmmmmm..." Torrie soon moaned, her movements becoming
even more agitated. She was fingering her pussy nice and
fast now. Her moans were becoming more prevalent, too.
I almost blew my load as Torrie used her free hand to
pull a white vibrator out from underneath the pillow. It
looked like one of those "magic wands" that my two wives,
Devon and Kristanna, enjoy using on each other so very much.
Torrie held the pleasure tool above her face for an instant
and again giggled to herself. "Why, it's Mr. Happy time!"
But when Torrie began nudging her shorts downward, there
was a noise from elsewhere in the room. Torrie jerked about
and instantly sat up as if she had just heard a gunshot go
off. In reality, it was the sound of the restroom door being
unlocked from the inside, then opened.
In her haste to not get caught "in the act", Torrie was
able to stash the vibrator underneath the pillow behind her.
Her posture was erect and straight, and she had quite the
dumbfounded expression upon her face as Stacy glared at her
after opening the door with quite a peculiar, odd look.
"Is everything okay?" Stacy asked, seemingly concerned.
"Oh... yeah," Torrie nodded, her breathing ragged. She
tried to compose herself. "Oh... yeah. I was... I was...
you... you startled me! Yes! You startled me! That's all.
I was... I was about to doze off." Torrie vigorously shook
her head and then did her best to come across as innocent.
"I thought you were going to take a bath?"
With her tank-top and shorts still on, Stacy pointed
toward the suitcase that was perched atop her own bed. "I
forgot my hair dryer," she said, that same peculiar look
upon her face. "I... I think I'll get it now." Stacy
quickly stepped toward the bed and retrieved the hair dryer.
She offered Torrie one more strange look, then backed her
way to the restroom with the hair dryer in hand.
Before reaching it, however, her expression lightened and
she even offered Torrie a bright, suggesstive smile. "Let
me know if you ever need any help with that vibrator. Or if
you would like someone to use it on..."
Torrie's mouth dropped open in shock as she stared back
at Stacy, who simply winked an eye and then retreated into
the restroom. Now alone in her guest suite, Torrie pulled
out the purple-colored vibrator/magic wand from underneath
the pillow and glanced at it momentarily. She then turned
her focus toward the closed restroom door and bit her lip,
thoughts of Stacy obviously dancing throughout her mind.
With a certain sense of resolve and determination, the
27-year-old got out of bed and walked over to the restroom
door. She glanced at her joy toy once again - Mr. Happy -
before using her opposite hand to gently knock on the door.
Immediately, Stacy opened the door and literally went
bursting right through it, closing the distance between
herself and Torrie, and then attacking her room-mate's mouth
with a passionate kiss. Torrie seemed disoriented for a
brief moment, but quickly composed herself and met Stacy's
deep, probing kiss with equal desire and hunger.
Inside the voyeur room, I was again stroking my cock as
the two ladies guided each other toward Stacy's bed. Still
in a hot, maddening lip-lock, Stacy pushed her own suitcase
aside and then shoved Torrie down onto the large mattress.
They looked at each other for an instant with unyielding
lust in their eyes. When Torrie smiled, Stacy jumped on top
of her and assaulted her mouth with a hot barrage of kisses.
"I've wanted you since the very first moment I saw you at
the airport in Houston the other day," Torrie managed to say,
her hands running wild over various portions of Stacy's upper
body. "God, Stacy. I want you so bad right now!"
"And I want you too," she responded, kissing Torrie again.
I smiled at the sight of these two gorgeous creatures sharing
both their lips and tongues over a hot, open-mouthed exchange.
Torrie trailed her hands downward, only coming to a halt
when she reached Stacy's firm, luscious ass. She massaged
it through her blue jogging shorts, grinding her fingers deep.
Stacy countered by unbuttoning a portion of Torrie's white
blouse and then slipping her fingers inside for a quick feel.
Their kiss soon heightened in its intensity, their hunger for
one another reaching truly epic proportions.
"Oh yes," Torrie moaned, breaking the kiss, as she looked
into Stacy's brown eyes. "Hmmmm... yes. Squeeze my nipple.
Play with it." I nodded my head as Stacy continued to fondle
Torrie's left breast underneath the fabric of her blouse.
Soon, the front of that blouse was completely open and pulled
to the sides. Since she was not wearing a bra, Torrie cooed
and writhed about upon the bed as Stacy now kneaded her bare,
D-cup breasts with both hands. They looked fabulous!
"One thing is for certain," Torrie said, smiling. "You
and I are not gonna need two beds anymore." She glanced at
her own bed across the way. "We can sleep together."
Stacy nodded her head in total agreement before attaching
her lips to one of Torrie's plump, juicy nipples. She took
the sensitive bud into her mouth and sucked on it feverishly,
causing Torrie to moan and arch her back in response.
A very short time later, the remainder of their clothing
literally began to fly. Torrie and Stacy stripped each other
until neither had a single stitch of fabric left on their
exquisite, heavenly bodies. These two were blazing hot!
Torrie rolled Stacy beneath her upon the bed and then
slid her right leg between both of her girlfriend's thighs.
Torrie rubbed the inside of her leg across Stacy's tender,
little pussy for several seconds, enjoying the animated
reaction that she got as a result. Next, Torrie slipped
her muscular, toned leg all the way down until the joining
of her thighs were locked together with Stacy's as one.
Torrie and Stacy both began to grunt and squeal as they
grinded their womanly treasures upon one another, their
bodies rocking back-and-forth upon the bed in a frenzied
daze. Faster and faster they moved, each wanting to pound
and hammer the other into absolute, erotic oblivion.
Such rough and harsh treatment led to an earth-shattering
orgasm for Stacy, and then Torrie quickly followed with a
loud, passionate release of her own. Still, the pair of
bombshell blondes continued to rock together on the very
brink of madness, mashing their sweet pussies as one.
When their dual sensations had finally crested, and then
settled down, I took a deep breath and sighed in the voyeur
room as Torrie found Stacy's mouth for a soft, tender kiss.
Stacy hugged her new lover close, obviously enjoying the
feel of those massive breasts squished upon her own body. I
would enjoy that, too - if Torrie ever gave me the chance...
"Do you want to use that vibrator on me now?"
"You mean Mr. Happy?"
Stacy laughed. "MR. HAPPY? Is that what you call it?"
"Yes and yes," Torrie grinned. "Yes, that is what I call
it. And yes, I'd love to use it on you. Right now."
* * *
At this very moment in time, on the surveillance monitor
which oversaw the private quarters that I shared with my two
wives, I noticed Devon stretch her tired arms and then sit
up in bed. A quick check of my wristwatch told me that it
was 6:45am, which was around the standard time that Devon
woke up each morning. With Kristanna sleeping like a log
next to her, Devon glanced around the suite and then frowned
as she noticed the wall that led the voyeur room was open.
As much as I wanted to stay here and eavesdrop as Torrie
introduced Stacy to Mr. Happy, I knew it would be wise for
me to exit the voyeur room quickly. Last evening, I made
the promise to Devon that I would stay clear of the voyeur
room today. I was already in here, of course, but it was
quite early in the morning and I had entered when Devon,
as well as Kristanna, were still sleeping.
Knowing I could come back here at another time and pick
up right where I left off with Torrie and Stacy's encounter,
thanks to the video archives, I composed myself and then
rushed out of the voyeur room. I galloped over to the bed
and offered Devon a friendly smile. "Morning princess."
Devon frowned and spoke in a strained voice, "Hi Jeremy."
"What's wrong?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"What were you doing in there?" she demanded, motioning
toward the voyeur room with her head. "I thought you said
you would stay away from it today."
"Shhhhh," I whispered, wanting her to keep her voice down.
After all, Kristanna was still sleeping. She usually did
not wake up each morning until 7:30 or 8:00.
Devon appeared somewhat miffed as I defended myself, "I
was only going to be in the voyeur room until you or Krissy
woke up." I swung both arms outward, like a baseball umpire
making the _safe_ signal. "I'm gone. I'm out of it. I
will not go back into the voyeur room again today."
Devon gave an extreme pout and whined, "But you promised!"
"Sweetheart, you know how difficult it is for me," I said,
not liking her tone of voice. "I can't stay away from that
room for too long. It's not just the sex. I love listening
to the other girls talk. Just talk. I love it."
Devon's eyes narrowed. "What was it this time? Is little
Ashley taking a shower? Is Caitlyn with her?"
"Actually, it was Torrie and Stacy," I answered. "I am
pretty sure it was their first time with each other. As for
Ashley and Caitlyn, both of them are still sleeping." I
grinned and concluded, "In the same bed, noless."
Devon folded her arms in a huff. "One of these days, we
need to close that voyeur room forever! You know that I
have NEVER approved of you spying on ANYONE with your video
cameras. Look at how Amy and Britney reacted when they
found out. Amy almost KILLED you with that glass vase upside
the head! Let's hope the new group doesn't find out."
"You don't approve of me using the voyeur room?" I asked.
"You use it almost as much as I do, Devon."
"I use it to listen in on you and Krissy," she countered.
"That's it. Like yesterday. I followed you and Krissy, and
all the other girls, up to Devon Falls with the cameras. I
admit, I have seen a few encounters in there. But that does
not mean I approve of it. And you, Jeremy. You... YOU take
it to the highest extreme! You go in there EVERY SINGLE DAY
when we have girls staying with us, looking for sex!"
"Shhhhh," I reiterated, motioning toward our sleeping
beauty of a wife. "No need to wake Kristanna."
Devon flinched and recoiled back when I attempted to place
my hand upon her shoulder. Stunned because of that, I stood
there and watched as Devon got out of bed. It was as if she
had been burned with fire when I tried to touch her. Devon
shook her head at me in a negative manner, then turned and
stormed out of our personal suite in an angry tiff.
"Devon!" I called out, seconds later in the corridor, as
I chased after her. I ran her down and stepped in front of
her, blocking her path. Agitated, Devon took a deep breath
and rolled her eyes, her head tilted to the side. I could
not believe it, but she was giving me a death stare!
"Look, I'm sorry," I said, my voice soft. "I know what I
do in there is wrong, and that you don't approve of it. You
have never approved of it. It's a sickness of mine, Devon.
I... I can't help it. You know how addictive it is for me."
"I know it's a sickness for you!" Devon snarled, making a
fist and hitting my shoulder with it. "But you promised!
You PROMISED you would stay out of there today!"
"I know I did," I frowned, hanging my head low. Whether
I intended to stay in the voyeur room only until one of my
two wives woke up or not (and then spend the rest of the
day with them), I had broken a promise that I made to Devon.
This was, believe it or not, the first time in the ten
months she and I had been together that I broke a promise to
her. Fully realizing this now, I suddenly felt terrible.
"You probably woke up early just so you could sneak a
couple of minutes in there before I woke up myself!" Devon
hissed, an uncharacteristic amount of venom now spewing from
her. Devon took a step back and folded her arms, then shook
her head. "I can't believe you, Jeremy! _YOU'RE PATHETIC_!"
Stunned (and awfully hurt), I felt like crying as Devon
turned and walked away from me. Once she disappeared from
my view, hanging a right around the corner down the hallway,
several tears formed within my eyes and then cascaded down
my face. Not only had I broken a promise to my pregnant
bride, but now Devon was angry at me, too. She said that I
was pathetic and, right now, I kind of agreed with her...
* * *
It was not all that often that I skipped breakfast, but
with the catastrophe which took place earlier, I was in no
mood to eat. In fact, I felt ashamed. Totally ashamed. It
would be difficult for me to show my face in front of Devon
until this nasty episode passes over (if it ever does).
Instead of being in the dining room with everyone else at
the customary breakfast time of 10:00am, I found myself all
alone in the quaint, three-bedroom guest cottage which was
totally separate from the mansion. I was laying on a leather
floor comforter, feeling both deflated and lifeless.
Anyone who has read the prior two stories in the "Island
Paradise" series should know by now that I am an extremely
sensitive person. I hurt easily, and I have the tendency to
go into long funks when things are bad. It cannot get much
worse than my princess bride, Devon, calling me _pathetic_.
It was all my fault, too. I had no one to blame for what
transpired this morning except myself.
I promised Devon last night that I would stay out of the
voyeur room today. 30 seconds after I woke up, I was in the
voyeur room. I did not even have a second thought about it,
figuring that Devon would not mind if I copped a couple of
minutes in there before she woke up herself. I was wrong.
I have long prided myself in being the most honest person
anyone could be. I was not the type to break or go back on
promises. Yet I did that to - of all people - Devon. DEVON!
Without even a second thought, I broke a promise to her.
And, worst of all, I upset her. Devon was angry at me.
Inside the guest cottage, I groaned and rolled my eyes
once I spotted a framed photograph of Devon and me on the
nearby end table. In the picture, I was standing behind
Devon and to the left, with my hands clutching her shoulders.
Both of us, as you may imagine, looked happy. Devon had her
patented light-up-the-darkest-room type of smile going.
Just seeing that photograph, which was taken last July by
Pamela, made me feel even worse inside. I wanted Devon to
smile TODAY like she did when that picture was taken last
year. I did not know if that would be possible, however.
Lounging upon the large floor comforter, I became alert
and sat up when I heard the front door open behind me. I
was hoping that it was Devon, ready to forgive and forget,
and throw her arms around me like everything was okay. As
it turned out, though, this was clearly the only time in my
life that I was disappointed to see Kristanna. Nothing
against Kristanna, mind you. I was just hoping for Devon.
"Hey," she simply greeted, waving her left hand.
I looked at her, but did not offer a response. Kristanna
took the initiative by sitting down beside me on the floor
and then gently patting my knee. "Cheer up, Jeremy. Devon
won't stay mad at you for long. She can't."
"Why not?" I asked, my voice hollow.
"Because Devon loves you," Kristanna answered. "Devon
loves you with all of her heart. You're her little baby,
Jeremy. You're her knight in shining armor. This will pass,
and everything will be back to normal. Trust me."
"I'm pathetic."
"Oh Jeremy!" Kristanna fretted, wrapping her arm around
my shoulder in a reassuring manner. "Stop that!"
"How did you find out about what happened?" I sulked.
"Well... I woke up this morning and the first person I
saw was Devon. I asked her where you were at. Devon said
she did not know and did not care." I closed my eyes and
sighed as Kristanna added, "So I knew something was wrong.
I asked, she told me her side of the story. Then I went
into the voyeur room and watched the archives so I could
see what happened first-hand."
"Devon doesn't care where I'm at? Perfect..."
"She'll get over it, Jeremy," Kristanna stressed, giving
me a whispery kiss on the cheek. "I understand why Devon is
upset, but I'm with you on this one. I stood up for you."
"You did?" I asked, surprised.
The 23-year-old nodded. "Devon has never liked you being
in the voyeur room, but you don't do anything wrong in there.
Remember, Jeremy. I came up with the idea for the voyeur
room two years ago. I even helped you build it. You and me
put in all the wiring, cameras and motion detectors. You
don't do anything wrong. You've never showed those videos to
anyone but me and Devvy, and you never will."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Eavesdropping on the other
girls... it's not right."
"What they don't know won't hurt them," Kristanna said.
"It's not like you put those videos up on the Internet, or
something. Amy and Britney were convinced that was what
you were doing. But these new girls... none of them will
ever find out about the voyeur room. We won't let them."
She paused and continued, "Remember when Devon first
found out about the voyeur room? She was so mad and upset
that she was ready to leave you. But I stood up for you
then too, Jeremy. I told her it was harmless fun on your
part. It took her awhile, but she finally understood. I
have NEVER had a problem with you using the voyeur room.
Why, I even use it a lot myself. Nothing wrong with it."
"Krissy, I broke a promise to Devon. I did it without
even thinking. I promised I would stay away from the
voyeur room for the entire day. I didn't. Less than a
minute after I got out of bed, I was in the voyeur room."
"You did it without even thinking," my wife stressed.
"That is the key phrase. It's not like you went into the
voyeur room with any malicious thoughts. You did not mean
to break your promise to Devon." Kristanna shrugged her
shoulders. "Devon has every right to be mad at you for
that. But she will get over it." Kristanna took a deep
breath and finished, "Devvy is not talking to me, either."
"WHAT?"
"She did not like it that I took your side, and stood up
for you," Kristanna replied.
"I don't want her mad at you, too!"
"It's okay, Jeremy."
"No it's not!"
"Yes it is."
"NO IT'S NOT!"
"Yes it is! Devon will get over it. People who are
married, in love, they have arguments. Disagreements. They
say nasty things they do not mean, and later regret. You are
NOT pathetic, Jeremy. I bet that once she has a chance to
cool down and think about it, Devon will feel horrible she
said that to you." Kristanna ran her hand in circles upon
my shoulder blades several times in succession. "Devon loves
you. She's crazy about you. Do you honestly think one
little slip-up on your part is going to change that?"
"Probably not," I conceded. "But I still hurt her. I
broke my promise. No matter what, I'm the bad guy."
"No you're not," Kristanna sighed, shaking her head. "You
are human, Jeremy. Not a robot. Humans make mistakes, you
know. Tell you what. Let's me and you find Devvy. Why
don't you apologize to her? Tell her that you just weren't
thinking. I'll be right there with you for backup. We'll
get this resolved. Then, everything will be back to normal."
"I would like that very much," I nodded, hopeful.
* * *
"Will you look at the legs on that schoolgirl?..."
Several hours after our little squabble, and subsequent
reconciliation, Devon's words prompted me to turn and focus
upon the entrance to our luxurious suite as we peacefully
lounged in bed on this Thursday evening. Standing at the
entrance of the room was none other than our dear wife,
Kristanna, who - believe it or not - was decked out in a
tantalizing, sinful schoolgirl uniform. (!!!)
Kristanna was one of the two most beautiful women in the
entire world to me (the other being Devon, of course). The
23-year-old Kristanna had a clear, unblemished face, along
with deep blue eyes and an infectious smile which made her
quite the photogenic sort. As she stood at the entrance
before us now, Kristanna's blonde hair was parted in the
middle, and flowed down and across her neck and shoulders in
little wavelets. Kristanna was a truly intoxicating woman.
I was unsure why she had a schoolgirl uniform on, but I
was definitely not complaining about it. The frilly collar
of her long-sleeved blouse peeked out beneath a very tight
red and white plaid vest. Kristanna's B-cup breasts jutted
outward upon the fabric, seemingly begging to be freed.
The ensemble skirt which my wife wore was red and white
plaid as well. It was also extremely low-cut, helping to
truly give Kristanna the appearance of a naughty schoolgirl.
For cappers, Kristanna wore white socks that were rolled
down to her ankles and a pair of black saddle shoes.
Those legs of hers, however, were a definite sight to
behold. Standing a tall and majestic 5-foot-11, Kristanna
had the sleekest, sexiest pair of legs I had ever saw on a
woman. There was simply no comparison between Kristanna and
anyone else in that regard. Those legs of hers were so long
and symmetrically perfect, their skin supple yet also tender,
and very deeply tanned. My God, what a vision they were...
With that incredibly short plaid skirt on, Kristanna's
legs were being accentuated to their fullest extent right
now. They screamed for and demanded one's attention even
more than normal. In fact, I found it difficult to finally
tear my gaze away from them, and look into her eyes.
Kristanna's smile was golden. "Do you like my outfit?"
I offered a gentle nod of the head, though my insides
were raging with absolute lust. "Yeah... I like it."
Kristanna slowly spun around in a circle, the hem of her
skirt swishing upward and revealing a pair of luscious white
panties underneath. "I bought it at that adult store over
in Lima last week." My wife smiled again. "I know how much
you like these cute, little costumes, Jeremy. With the
likes of Lindsay and Britney forever gone, someone has to
take up the slack and be your 'lil schoolgirl."
"I have schoolgirl uniforms too," Devon reminded her.
Kristanna offered Devon a look. "Yes, but you're not
good for the part." There was a playful tent to her voice.
"Why is that?"
"Schoolgirls are supposed to be sweet and innocent," she
responded, teasing Devon, while trailing both hands down the
front of her own body. "Look at me. I'm the perfect picture
of innocence. Not even the driven snow is as pure as I am.
Then look at you, Devvy. You're a slut."
"I am not!" Devon huffed, trying to conceal her smile.
"I wish you would quit calling me a slut. For a minute last
night, you did. But now I'm a slut again? I'm a good girl!"
"SURE you're a good girl," Kristanna giggled. "Sure..."
Devon's left hand drifted toward my crotch as we relaxed
in bed. She found my aching erection and cooed, "I think
Jeremy REALLY likes your uniform. He's as hard as a rock!"
"I think we should dress up for him like this every week,"
Kristanna grinned, which caused my eyes to go wide. "I could
be something sweet like a schoolgirl or cheerleader. You,
Devvy, you... you could dress up as the devil, or something."
"THE _DEVIL_?"
Kristanna laughed. "You'd look good in a devil's outfit."
She turned her attention toward me. "How about it, Jeremy?
Would you like for me and Devvy to dress up for you each and
every week from now on? Have a private costume party?"
Unable to speak because I found myself stunned by the
radiant sight of schoolgirl Kristanna, I nodded my head.
"Can I make a suggestion, angel?" Devon asked, looking at
Kristanna. "Pig-tails." My heart literally skipped a beat
as Devon added, "You need pig-tails in your hair with that
outfit if you REALLY want to get Jeremy going." Devon rubbed
my cock through the cargo shorts I wore. "Although... he is
going a million miles an hour right now as it is."
"That's right..." Kristanna giggled, her eyes fixated upon
me. "Pig-tails. I seem to remember Britney wrapping your
cock in one of her pig-tails once, and whacking you off."
That erotic remembrance flashed throughout my mind as the
sultry Norwegian added, "You liked that a lot." She pointed
toward the nearby restroom. "Let me go in there and put my
hair up in pig-tails. _I'll be back_."
"Hurry up!" Devon insisted, as she and I watched Kristanna
strut her way over to the restroom door. I cannot emphasize
how beautiful her legs were. Those long limbs of perfection
seemed to just _glide_ along with every step that she took.
After Kristanna sashayed into the restroom and closed its
door, Devon turned her total focus upon me. She planted a
sensuous kiss upon my lips and remarked, "I'm sorry, Jeremy,
for blowing up at you earlier like I did. I had no right to
say that you're pathetic. You know I don't think that way."
"I'm sorry for going into the voyeur room this morning
when I told you I wouldn't," I countered. "Whenever I say I
will do something from now on, or promise you something, you
can rest assured that it will happen. Trust me on that."
"Of course I trust you, Jeremy," Devon cooed, kissing me
on the lips. "We're lucky that Krissy was able to act as a
mediator between us earlier. It really doesn't matter,
though. I could never stay mad at you for too long..."
"I would never do anything to hurt you, or upset you, on
purpose," I stressed. "I'm so sorry for what happened this
morning. I love you, princess. I love you."
Devon smiled. "I know you do. And I love you too."
"Hey hey!" Kristanna chirped, returning from the restroom.
With her long-flowing blonde hair now styled up into bushy,
adorable pig-tails, Kristanna hesitated in mid-step and spun
around, modeling her outfit for us. She looked every part
the schoolgirl too. An amazon schoolgirl with legs from
here until next week, that is.
Once Devon extended her arms, Kristanna lunged forward
and then climbed onto the bed. On her hands and knees, she
crawled toward Devon and met her mouth with her own for a
very slow, tongue-filled kiss. I sat back and idly watched
them for several seconds, but eventually reached out with
my right hand and stroked one of Kristanna's exquisite legs
as she and Devon shared a warm, loving embrace. Soon, my
hand drifted underneath that tiny, plaid skirt.
She broke her lip-lock with Devon, then turned toward me
and offered a glittering smile. "I see that you are already
playing with my skirt. Lindsay must have drove you insane
when she would dress up like a schoolgirl or cheerleader."
"Not as insane as you are... right now," I told Kristanna,
my voice low and controlled. But the mere sight of her in
that little skirt was enough to send me into cardiac arrest.
How I had not pounced on her yet was a great mystery.
I then thought to myself that I was incredibly fortunate
to have two wives who would go to the lengths that Devon and
Kristanna do to satisfy me, and make me happy. Kristanna
was definitely not a schoolgirl. She was a very bright and
intelligent young woman, with a truly legendary sense of
humor. But she was also very mature.
Yet Kristanna was willing to dress up as a schoolgirl for
me. She did not give a second thought to changing her hair
to the way I preferred for this naughty role-playing game.
Would most women be willing to "step down" into a role such
a schoolgirl, in order to please their partner? I think not.
But Kristanna did it because these uniforms were my fetish.
She did it, bottom line, in order to make me happy.
Devon would do anything for me. If I only know one thing
in my life, that is it. Devon would do anything for me.
That woman fell in love the very first time she laid her
eyes on me, and those feelings have multiplied with every
second that has gone by since. In the past ten months,
Devon has dressed up for me as a schoolgirl, cheerleader,
maid, policewoman, firefighter, nurse and angel. She loved
those roles simply because they never failed to arouse me.
Together, Devon and Kristanna were the perfect complement
for each other. Devon could seem so classy and distinguished
when she wanted to be. Kristanna, on the other hand, was a
pure comedian. She was always teasing and ragging on Devon
about something. Devon could also be somewhat reserved and
quiet at times, while Kristanna was outgoing and amicable.
Mix them together, though, and it was pure magic.
They had a special chemistry between one another which
could never be duplicated. There were times when I would
just sit back and marvel during one of their interactions.
Devon and Kristanna were a true shining light in my life. I
do not know how I survived as long as I did before our
marriage without them. I was such a fortunate man.
"Why don't you get off the bed and put on a little show
for us?" Devon asked Kristanna, a glowing smile upon her
face. "C'mon angel, let's see if you got any dance moves."
"Dance moves?" Kristanna playfully scoffed. "What do you
think? That I'm a stripper? You're the stripper. Not moi."
"_Moi_?" Devon laughed. "Are you learning French now?"
"We we," Kristanna nodded.
"French is the language of love," Devon mused.
"Norwegian is the language of love," Kristanna corrected
her. "Jeg er en silk heldig pike ha begge av De i mitt liv.
De vet ikke hvor mye begge av De betyr til meg. Jeg elsker
De begge. De to er min verden."
"Huh?" Devon giggled.
"I caught `Jeg elsker De' somewhere in there," I offered.
"So it must have been something nice that she said."
"Jeg elsker De means I love you," Devon nodded. "That is
about the extent of my Norwegian. Well, that and lutefisk."
Kristanna waved a finger at her wife. "You keep talking
like that, and you're gonna get me hungry."
"Give us a little dance," Devon insisted, motioning for
Kristanna to stand up. "C'mon, dance for us!"
The 23-year-old held her right arm outward (with the cast
still on) and waved it at Devon. "I'm not about to dance
unless you pay me $35. Or 250 kroner."
"Kroner?" Devon laughed. "I don't have any Norwegian
money, I'm afraid. Well... except that coin you gave me a
few weeks ago. I keep it in my purse."
"Pamela told me that when she gave lap dances to customers
in the strip club where she worked in Baltimore, she charged
$35," Kristanna mused. "If you want me to dance for you,
Devvy, it will cost you $35 in cold, hard cash."
"I'll give you 35 cents," Devon said. "But that might be
too much. Your dancing might not be worth it. Hmmmmm...
I'll give you a dime. Yes, ten cents."
Kristanna lunged at Devon and pinned her shoulders to the
bed beneath her. "TEN CENTS? Is that all I'm worth to you?"
She smashed her mouth upon Devon's for a hot, searing kiss.
"You little slut... you need to be spanked so bad!"
"Uh uh uh..." Devon countered, grinning, as she gently
patted her stomach. "No spankings until our baby is born.
And that won't be for seven long months. You know that
Jeremy has forbidden me from any hard, physical sex."
Kristanna squinted her eyes and glared at Devon. "That
baby is your ultimate `get out of jail free' card. I cannot
spank you, I cannot use my dildos on you. I cannot even be
rough with you. I... I have to treat you like a... flower."
Kristanna laughed and added, "Some flower. You're such a
slut, Devvy. You lost your bloom a long, long time ago."
"What happens once the baby is born?" I inquired.
"I'm gonna tie Devvy up, then spank and whip that little
ass of hers repeatedly for a full week," Kristanna huffed.
"Maybe even a whole month! God knows she'll deserve it..."
"Not if I tie you up first..." Devon warned, wrapping
both arms around her wife's shoulders and squeezing tightly.
She then trained her eyes upon Kristanna's right arm and let
loose with a tiny frown. "That cast comes off next Monday
when you go to the doctor. I can't wait because every time
I see it, I am reminded why your broke your hand and wrist.
It was all my fault." Devon forged a smile. "I'll be like
Jeremy. I'm gonna MAKE LOVE to your right hand just like he
says he will. Shower it with total affection..."
Kristanna pounded her right arm upon the mattress several
times in succession. "The doctor better take this cast off."
She hammered the bed some more. "If I can do this and not
even feel a twinge of pain, it's time for the cast to come
off. It should have came off a week ago."
Devon used both hands to latch onto Kristanna's pig-tails,
then gently pulled and yanked on them. After giving her a
full kiss on the lips, Devon then turned her gaze toward me
and smiled. "Hey there, Jeremy. I forgot you were here."
"You have to join the conversation," Kristanna told me.
"I just asked what happens when the baby is born a minute
ago," I retorted. "I like listening to you two anyway."
Still nestled beneath her upon the bed, Devon trailed her
right hand down Kristanna's back and only came to a rest at
her ass. She patted that lush, tight ass through the plaid
skirt that Kristanna wore and grinned at me. "Isn't Krissy
the sexiest 'lil schoolgirl that you have ever seen?"
"You're the sexiest 'lil slut I've ever seen," Kristanna
swooned, first bumping noses with Devon, then kissing her.
When I moved closer to them upon the bed and latched onto
her with my right hand, Kristanna offered no resistance as I
pulled her away from Devon. I encircled her with both arms
and we shared a probing kiss, but then I laid her out upon
the mattress beneath me. She looked absolutely sinful in
that schoolgirl uniform, with her hair up in pig-tails.
Indeed, I enjoyed Kristanna dressing up for me in this
fashion much more than I ever did Lindsay or Britney.
Without saying a word, I leaned over and burrowed my face
between Kristanna's heavenly thighs. I kissed and licked
the inside of each thigh in a slow, methodical manner, then
deftly pulled her white panties downward. I slid my face in
even deeper - my head was now hidden beneath her little,
plaid skirt - and attached my lips to her pussy for a taste.
Both ladies giggled as I began to lick and swipe away at
the sweet folds of Kristanna's slit with my curious tongue.
She gently squeezed her thighs around my head and lifted her
hips high off the mattress. At the same time, Devon started
to trail her hand over and across my shoulders and back.
"Hmmmmm YESSSSS..." Kristanna moaned, as I then inserted
a pair of fingers into her nether regions. I dabbed at her
clitoris with my tongue while pumping both fingers in-and-out
of her at a leisurely pace. Needless to say, I was enjoying
myself. I wanted to bring both of my wives the ultimate in
pleasure and satisfaction whenever I was with them.
I withdrew my fingers from the Norwegian's pussy and after
establishing eye contact with her, I licked them dry. The
taste of her sweet nectar brought a smile to my face.
"I want more," she requested. "Lick me some more."
As Kristanna squirmed and writhed about beneath me, I
smiled at the intoxicating sight of her sweet, beautiful
pussy. I was frozen for several seconds, simply enjoying
the eye candy, but finally could not resist her any longer.
My tongue returned to her clitoris and this time, I offered
it a series of long swipes that made her body pulsate.
Before I knew what was happening next, Devon had moved
her face close to mine as I continued to explore the tender
depths of Kristanna's pussy with my tongue. I caught Devon
out of the corner of my eye, but did not pay her a lot of
attention. The feast in front of me was my main focus.
Once Kristanna stretched her thighs as far apart as they
would go, I felt Devon place her cheek upon the side of my
face. Then, in a move that surprised me, Devon applied some
pressure, and gently nudged my face away from the joining of
Kristanna's thighs. Suddenly, Devon was enjoying the feast.
Stunned, I stared at Devon as she hungrily lapped away
upon Kristanna's pussy. I could not believe that she pushed
me aside like that! But in no way was I angry about it. I
had a smile on my face as I replayed the incident in my mind.
It was actually sort of funny... in a way.
"You greedy little thing..." I chuckled, patting Devon's
ass through the nightshirt that she had on. All I received
in response was a giggle from both ladies.
A moment later, Kristanna reached out with her left hand
and clutched my wrist. Now with my attention, she flashed
me a smile as her body basked in the glow of Devon's tongue.
I brought that hand to my lips and lovingly kissed it. She
looked so pure and wholesome in her schoolgirl uniform...
A closer inspection revealed that in addition to her
velvety tongue, Devon was attacking Kristanna's pussy with
four fingers (yes, FOUR). She was violently thrusting them
in-and-out of that moist crevice while also licking it with
her tongue. Suddenly, the 23-year-old was flying with lust.
"Oh God, Devon! HMMMMM... do me, baby! Make me cum!"
A split-second later, Devon withdrew both her face and
fingers from Kristanna's pussy. She glared down at her for
a brief, intense moment, before a truly wicked, devious look
came to her face. My eyes wide, she then brought her hand
up and offered Kristanna's pussy a harsh, stinging slap.
"OOOOOH YEEEEESSSSS!" she screamed, every muscle within
her body contracting at once.
"You like that... don't you?" Devon demanded, her grin
evil. "Don't you, Krissy? One time, I watched Amy do this
to Stephanie and it drove her FUCKING INSANE. Do you want
me to spank your pussy some more? Do you, angel?"
"Uh huh!" was Kristanna's loud, enthusiastic response.
"Spank it! Spank my pussy! OH MY GOD that felt so good!"
Kristanna screeched and cried out in utter passion as
Devon offered her pussy at least seven or eight hard swats
in succession with an open hand. Once she was finished,
Devon brought that hand, which was now soaked with feminine
love-juice, in front of her face and inspected it. Then,
her eyes flashing, Devon smacked Kristanna's pussy again.
"That's for calling me a slut!" she squealed, before
diving right back into that all-you-can-eat-buffet.
"Oh God!" Kristanna gushed. "Lick me! Lick meeeee! Oh
my God, you're gonna make me cream my pussy! Fuck, Devvy...
just a little more! Just a little more! LICK ME!"
After giving Kristanna's luscious pussy yet another swift,
open-handed slap, Devon finally caused the dam to burst.
"YESSSSS! OHHHHH! DEVVY! DEVVYYYYY!"
Kristanna's entire body was vibrating upon the bed as she
went through the joyous progression of orgasm. All the
while, Devon had both her lips and tongue buried deep within
that sweet, tasty pussy. She wanted to suck down and swallow
all of the flowing juices for herself. Who could blame her?
Once the sensations in Kristanna had finally settled down
and Devon was finished licking her pussy completely dry, the
26-year-old withdrew her face from the joining of her thighs
and smiled at her. The look upon Kristanna's face, though,
was one of total devotion and adoration.
"God, Devvy..." she sighed. "That was incredible!" She
shook her head, with erotic tears in her eyes. "I love you.
There is a reason why Devon rhymes with Heaven!"
Devon grabbed Kristanna's left hand and pulled her up
into a seated position upon the bed, only to then smash her
mouth upon hers with a fervid, passionate kiss. The pair of
blondes hugged and clutched each other with reckless abandon,
their lips and tongues running rampant between their mouths.
Soon, Kristanna was cupping and squeezing one of Devon's
large, firm breasts through the nightshirt that she wore.
"Baby..." Kristanna breathed once their kiss was broken.
She bumped noses with Devon and cooed, "Oh baby... that was
so hot." She kissed her again and added, "You can spank my
pussy like that whenever you want from now on!"
Surprised, Devon squealed when I grabbed her shoulders
from behind and pulled her away from Kristanna. Embracing
her with both hands upon her breasts, I curled my neck and
planted a sultry, probing kiss of my own upon her lips. The
moment it was over, I smiled at Devon.
"You nudged me out!"
"What are you talking about?" Devon asked, confused.
"I was giving Krissy some oral and you nudged me out!" I
exclaimed, though in a playful way. "Greedy little wifey..."
Devon actually blushed at my comment. "Oh! I'm sorry,
Jeremy. When I saw Krissy's pussy, I just couldn't help
myself. I _HAD_ to have a taste of her then and there."
"I'd give you a spanking if you weren't pregnant," I
teased her. "When our baby is born, I'll be right with
Krissy. Both of us are going to spank you senseless."
"God knows she deserves it!" Kristanna huffed.
Devon turned her head to look at her bride, then reached
out and gently yanked on the hem of her schoolgirl skirt.
"You may have got that uniform, angel, but I bought a 'lil
something at the adult store the other day in Lima, too."
"Oh?" Kristanna countered, curious. "What?"
Smiling, Devon then used her opposite hand to retrieve a
moderately sized dildo from underneath her pillow. She held
the crude object up, which was a bright pink color and about
six inches in length. "Do you like it, sweetie?"
"It's not as big as most of our other dildos," Kristanna
observed. "But I like the pink color. It's pretty."
"This dildo is small simply because it is not meant for
your pussy," Devon advised her. "It's for your ass, baby."
Kristanna grinned at the prospects. "Oh really? Do you
feel like trying it out on me... right now?"
Devon glanced back at me. "I want Jeremy to be involved,
too. It's pretty much been one-on-one thus far... and not a
threesome. I want all of us to have sex with each other."
I chuckled at her squealy proclamation. Devon was such a
total sweetheart. "You two lovely ladies are doing pretty
good without me. If you want to use your new toy on her,
princess... by all means, go ahead. It's a good show and
you know, well... I just LOVE to watch."
"Are you sure?" Devon confirmed, appearing hesitant.
"I love to watch you two girls," I told her. "I love
everything there is about both of you. I love to listen to
you two talk. I love to watch you two have sex together.
Indulge me, princess. Indulge _yourself_."
"Okay..." Devon relented. She kissed me flush on the lips
and cooed, "But I want you to join in on our fun soon."
I laughed. "You'll just nudge me out again somehow."
"I will not!" Devon playfully squealed. "I promise!"
"I'll be happy to nudge you out," Kristanna grinned, her
alluring blue eyes trained upon me.
Devon waved her hot-pink dildo before Kristanna in an
arrogant, taunting manner. "Get on all fours, angel. I
have a present for you!"
Kristanna needed no further coaxing as she rolled onto
her frontside and then rose up to her hands and knees.
After Devon tucked the hemline of her plaid skirt into its
waistband, Kristanna jutted her ass outward and wiggled it
about in a very flirtatious, enticing manner. Devon licked
her lips in response, the naughty ideas about what to do with
that magnificent ass obviously flashing throughout her mind.
I sat back and settled in against the headboard of the
bed as Devon leaned forward and kissed the taut, firm cheeks
of Kristanna's ass. Once the kiss was over, Kristanna began
moaning and sighing out in forbidden arousal as Devon licked
and swiped away at her puckered anus with her tongue.
"Oh Devvy, you're such a slut!" Kristanna growled, looking
over her shoulder as her rectum was being orally worshiped.
"Tongue my ass like a lollipop! You bitch!"
Devon did not seem to particularly enjoy that last comment
and let Kristanna know it by cruelly smacking both sides of
her ass in succession. "What did you call me?"
"A bitch!" Kristanna gasped, as Devon's tongue was now
offering her little rosebud of an anus full, sweeping licks
with her tongue. "That is what you are... a nasty bitch!
Licking my ass like that..."
Instead of continuing the verbal sparring match, Devon
turned toward me and said, "She has too pretty of a mouth to
be saying such horrible things." Devon winked at me and
suggested, "Why not go over and shut Krissy up?" Then, her
eyes drifted toward the monstrous bulge within my shorts...
I got the idea and immediately pulled my shorts and
briefs downward, exposing my full, aching cock. I grasped
it with my right hand and was about to maneuver myself upon
my knees around to Kristanna's front, but paused once Devon
began smearing her new pink dildo up with lubricant.
Literally boiling over with excitement, Kristanna began
to sway and bump her hips about in an exaggerated fashion.
"Give it to me, Devvy! Fuck my ass with that dildo!"
"Who's the bitch NOW?"
"Oh God..." Kristanna moaned, her entire body shifting
about, as Devon slowly inserted the object into her rectum.
Inch after inch, Devon kept pushing forward until just the
dildo's large handle was showing. Kristanna smacked her
left hand upon the bed and growled, "OH GOD... THAT THING
FEELS SO GOOD. Fuck me, Devvy. Fuck my ass! FUCK IT!"
As the 26-year-old violated Kristanna's anus with the
dildo in her right hand, she used her left to again smack
her ass. "You always say how much I need to be spanked!"
She slapped that ass some more. "YOU need to be spanked!"
"OHHHHH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!" Kristanna swore,
the dual sensations of anal penetration and being spanked
short-circuiting her senses. "HARDER, DEVVY! HARDER!"
Suddenly, Devon's right arm was a blur as she brutally
pistoned the dildo in-and-out of Kristanna's ass. "YESSSSS!"
"Will you go over there and shut her up already?" Devon
demanded, looking my way for an instant.
Perched upon my knees, I made my way over to Kristanna
and busily stroked my erection once I was directly in front
of her. She glared up at me as Devon continued to thump her
ass with the pink dildo. Kristanna was such a darling in
that schoolgirl uniform, with her hair up in pig-tails...
I offered my beloved wife a heartfelt smile, then grasped
the side of her head and inserted my throbbing shaft into
her awaiting mouth. "You know what to do with it," I told
her, as Devon looked on and nodded in approval.
Kristanna swallowed the entire length of my erection into
that magical mouth of hers and began to slurp away upon it
in a rather hungry fashion. I smiled once more, then added
to her excitement level by pumping myself in-and-out of her
mouth. Kristanna gagged for a moment and nearly choked, but
recovered and continued sucking as Devon drilled her ass.
Kristanna cried and shrieked in response as I repeatedly
jammed my erection into, and out of, her mouth. My hips kept
churning about as I looked up and smiled at Devon, whose
luscious breasts were flopping about wildly underneath her
nightshirt as she continued to thrust the dildo in-and-out
of Kristanna's rectum. Soon, I was pounding Kristanna's
exquisite mouth with all of the energy I had within me.
With the allure of those precious pig-tails, of course,
I could not resist the urge to reach out and latch onto them
with both hands. As my cock violated her mouth, I stretched
those pig-tails outward and held onto them as if they were
handle-bars. Kristanna's very wide and looming blue eyes,
needless to say, were absolutely fixated upon me.
When Devon reached underneath Kristanna's body and used
her free hand to offer her pussy another slap - just like
before - the Norwegian lost total control of her faculties.
Kristanna's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she
nearly passed out from the indescribable sensations of
orgasm which were running roughshod throughout her body.
She went totally limp, falling into a helpless, defenseless
heap upon the bed.
In the process, my erection slipped free of her mouth, and
Devon relented with her anal assault. In fact, Devon wrapped
both arms around Kristanna from behind and cuddled with her.
However, I was not quite finished. I still needed to get
off, but that definitely would not take too long.
I grasped my cock and aimed it directly at Kristanna's
tired, exhausted face. An instant later, I was stroking
like a madman before the eruption came.
Not expecting it, the seductress flinched as the first
blast of sperm landed on her face. She opened one eye and
glared up at me as the second plopped onto her hair, while
the third (and final) hit her directly on the nose.
Even though I was now drained, Devon still reached up and
palmed my testicles with her right hand. With her left, she
gently caressed Kristanna's shoulder blades, while also
kissing them at the same time.
"I love you, baby," she cooed, her lips now sliding over
and across various regions of Kristanna's back. "Did I make
you feel good? I wasn't too rough... was I?"
After a short pause, Kristanna turned her head and looked
up at Devon with a sincere, loving smile. "You could never
be too rough with me. You know I love physical sex." She
then glanced up at me, my sperm still splattered all across
her face and hair. "I love you, Jeremy."
Smiling, I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "I
love you too, peaches." I then glanced at Devon and nodded,
"I also love you... my dear, sweet princess."
On her knees, Devon stepped around Kristanna's prone body
and then embraced me with both arms. "I love you, Jeremy!
Forever and ever and ever and EVER!"
I smiled to myself. I freely admit that we enjoyed the
company of the other ladies with us on the island. But they
were luxuries, and certainly not necessities. The only
necessities Devon, Kristanna and yours truly had were each
other. At the end of the day - no matter what - we would
always return to one another. There was no doubt about that
in my mind. Even on a day which began with a mini argument,
it seemed fitting to me that I found myself frolicking in
bed with Devon and Kristanna later that very same evening.
"Let's get some sleep," I suggested, settling into the
mattress. Still wearing her little schoolgirl uniform,
Kristanna found the energy to quickly scurry over the top of
me and came to a stop at my left. She snuggled herself hard
against my body and placed the side of her face upon my
shoulder. Meanwhile, Devon did the same, exact thing - only
on the other side. Suddenly, I had a pair of lovely blonde
heads comfortably resting on either shoulder.
After flipping off the wall lamp above us, I felt a pair
of hands gently rubbing and massaging my chest. An instant
later, I traded kisses with both Devon and Kristanna. They
leaned their heads over my body and shared a loving kiss of
their own. Soon, they were resting upon my shoulders again.
Ahh, yes... this was the life. I was a very fortunate man.
Once we exchanged another round of tender and loving
kisses, the three of us eventually drifted off to sleep.
Oh!... one other thing. Devon made me promise to stay
away from the voyeur room again tomorrow. It was a promise,
as you may imagine, which I would have no trouble keeping...
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