“What do you think?"

Sam arched an eyebrow. "Well, the bit about being willing to leave the

BTC if Belle asked is a little terrifying, but I'm gonna let that slide because she's always been ‘his Annabelle'." She finished by miming the air quotes.

Naimh made a face.

“And the bit about him repeatedly saying ‘I love you' to both of us smacks of the kind of two-faced male pig our mothers always warned us about, but I'm actually okay with it so long as it's you. I mean... -I- love you, Sam. Well, not romantically, but you know what I mean."

Sam nodded.

“I do. I love you too, Neevie." She stepped forward and the two busty bombshells hugged each other warmly.

I started to think things might turn out alright after all.

"You're not totally off the hook, buster," Belle said dryly from beside me, perhaps sensing my shift in mood.

“But you're really Lucky that (A) you've got the only functioning penis in a room full of horny chicks and (B) we really do all love you.”

Mari actually raised her hand. "Is this going where I think it's going?"

Sam turned to face her.

“If you're thinking this is going into the kitchen because I'm hungry, then you're exactly right.”

Mari put her hand down and slowly shook her head. "Uh, no, that's not where I thought this was going."

“Oh, THAT part." Sam beamed. "Yes, we're gonna get naked and all screw

Matty's lights out together. Oh, and as penance for not being immediately honest and forthcoming like the rest of us, he's gonna wear that sleep mask on his face until I say he can take it off. But first: breakfast!"

I groaned as another warm, wet pussy slowly sank down around my cock. I say "another" because it was the third one in the Last ten minutes. I also say “another” because I didn't actually know the identity of my current lover. That's what happens when the girls put Neevie's sleep mask on you for the second time in less than 48 hours.

Okay, in theory it could actually be the first pussy having come back after the second pussy, or even just the same pussy three separate times. Whatever. I was psyching myself out too much trying to figure it out.

Belle moaned from somewhere behind me and to the left, and it certainly wasn't ME who was making her moan.

"Sam!" I hollered while flat on my back across a queen-size mattress, which the girls had helped me pull out of the second bedroom and into the living room.

“If I'm missing out on Zofi going down on Belle again

I am NEVER gonna forgive you!”

"Relax," Zofi said from somewhere to my right.

“You're not missing out on me going down on Belle. And Sam can't respond right now because

SHE'S the one going down on Belle.”