Jamie Laughed aloud at that despite himself. In the past few days he'd unleashed the goddess of love who had promptly gotten him two very beautiful girlfriends and given him some godlike powers. Plus he now spent most of his dreams with her floating on the clouds over London.

“What's so funny?" Sonya asked with a hint of worry in her eyes. Did he really think she was weird?

“Oh it's just that a few days ago I was lonely, cold, wet and digging around in the dirt. Now I'm snuggled upon the couch of my stunningly gorgeous woman who's asking me if liking the taste of my other girlfriend on my cock is weird." Jamie explained.

“Well when you put it that way I guess it is a Little weird isn't it?”

Smiling as she once again started to stroke along his shaft.

“Yeah but I've decided I Like being weird a whole lot more than being normal." He watched as her dressing gown slid open a little more and he got a good look at her lovely petite breasts whilst she continued to pleasure him.

“I'LL drink to that." The woman commended and then Lowered her head to slowly engulf his hard cock with her mouth. Feeling the member pulse against her tongue she moaned sending sweet vibrations along its length. Apparently the drink she had in mind was currently sloshing around in his balls. He was forty exquisite minutes Late in leaving

Sonya lying happily naked on the couch with a tiny trickle of his cum sliding down along her chin.

He found his way to the nearest subway station and took the tube along to his flat in the centre of the city. Living there for the past year with several other people had been a strange experience. Jamie was a guy who enjoyed peace and quiet and the parties and the drunken exploits of his room mates were distracting to say the least. He'd learned to live with it however and learned that getting deliriously drunk was not always a bad thing.

The flat was actually set in a row of terraced housing that had been converted for the ever-growing population of students in the city. He unlocked the outer door and walked up to his room.

“Anybody about?" He asked whilst ascending the stairs.

“Jamie!? That you?" A voice called from the kitchen.

"Yeah." He said, stopping on the stairs to turn and look to the kitchen door.

It opened to reveal the familiar and welcoming face of Elisha McKinnon.

Elisha was a freshman student at the university who had signed up late and missed out on a place at the dorms. The student union had helpfully pointed her to the ad that Jamie and his housemates had placed in the university paper for a flatmate. His flatmates had all been guys up until that point and Elisha sure had brightened up the place. She'd gone on a few dates with Louis, the guy who lived in the room next to

Jamie's and he'd heard the bedsprings straining under the weight of the pair of them more than once. He'd put in some earphones and Listened to some over-Loud music to blot out the noise.

Jamie glanced over her and couldn't help but smile. She was wearing a bright pink nightie that he'd seen before. It wasn't that he was in the habit of cataloguing her nightwear in his mind of course but this particular one stood out. He remembered he'd once bumped into her wearing it in the kitchen and seeing the baffled yet amused look on his face she'd explained just how it had gotten so revealing.

You see this nightie had been given to her by Louis in an attempt to stop her walking around the house in her usual nightwear. It wasn't that she was an exhibitionist or anything but her eveningwear was often rather revealing, showing off liberal amounts of her legs and quite a bit more of her breasts than most men would feel comfortable with their girlfriends showing to their housemates. Of course after the other guys had gotten used to it they barely seemed to notice anymore but Louis was the paranoid type and so had purchased this particular garment in the hope that it would cover her up a little more in his friends‘ presence. Jamie had seen him give it to her and she'd thanked Louis enthusiastically, kissed him on the nose and ran off upstairs with it.

So when Jamie had ran into her in the kitchen the next morning he was somewhat surprised to see that the conservative, pink garment had been modified a Little. It appeared she'd given the practically nonexistent neckline more of a plunge as it was now torn down to her bellybutton and had some black bootlaces Loosely tying it together, barely managing to keep her modesty intact. She'd also unceremoniously hacked off the bottom of the thing so that instead of falling just below her knees it just managed to stroke her upper thighs. The pink girly colour was even marred by several iron-on transfer labels of her favourite bands.

Indeed nothing quite breaks the appearance of modesty quite Like the thunderbolt from the middle of an AC/DC label ironed over your crotch.