“I shouldn’t have come,” she sighed.

“You know the equation, ‘Clit add tongue equals—”

Exasperated, “I meant, I shouldn’t be here.”

“The equation worked though?”

“Always does.”

“Undress now?

Discarded panties were already floored, “Should be with Tony.”

“Not Craig?”

“Possibly. His is huge.”

“Bigger than this?” Guiding her hand.

“Mmm, it’s close.”

“What about Robin?”

She chuckled, “For rear-end Robin I’ll need my anal mood.”

“Enjoy putting it about, don’t you?”

“You all know my desperate needs.”

He whispered something. Her eyes widened. “And then?”

Another whisper. Within seconds, remaining clothing joined discarded panties.

Staying and coming both assured!