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of him. By then Christel had turned up with another carafe of chilled wine and fed him sips between bites.
"What are you doing to me?" Paul asked, looking at Megan.
"Pampering you," Megan said. "We'll stop when you learn to take care of yourself."
"Okay, I promise not to learn to take care of myself," Paul said, laughing as the last of the food was served.
"Good," Megan said, honestly. Having him here a lot worked perfectly. She unbelted his robe and kissed his chest, licking at it lightly.
"Megan, not here," he groaned.
"Here," she said, reaching over and pushing Ashly's head towards his crotch. She would have grabbed Shanea, not knowing how Ashly would feel about it, but Shanea was just out of reach.
Suddenly she found a breast in her face as Karie sidled up on one side and she backed away as the rest of the girls closed in on him.
She stood up and looked at Christel who winked back at her. So there was more than one plan afoot; good.
Megan backed away from the pile and gestured with her head at Christel.
"How do we get him back to sleep?" Megan whispered.
"Oh, I think when they're done with him he'll sleep," Christel chuckled quietly.
"I think they'll all sleep," Megan said, turning her head to the side. Paul wasn't the only one who was having fun in the pile. Ashly, who was still stroking for all her neck would bear, was sitting on Shanea's face. And there was no way that Shanea had been forced to the position; she'd been on the other side of the pile to start. But Shanea wasn't lacking as somebody's hand was down in her crotch and that led to . . . maybe Velva . . .
"It looks like an erotic M.C. Escher painting," Megan muttered, shaking her head.
"Good work." Christel chuckled again.
"Sure, laugh," Megan replied. "I've