<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> <a class="link link--external" href="https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/NINTCHDBPICT000539528801.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Lea Stormvauld</a><br/>
<b>Location:</b> Beach House -&gt; Walkthrough<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b><a class="username" data-user-id="40726" data-username="@ToWriterAndWander" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/40726/">@ToWriterAndWander</a> as Peter &amp; Simon<br/>
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Lea would be mortified to know how obvious her loneliness was to some of the boys.  However, it was quickly building into a physical need, magnified by the sudden immersion into a crowd of young and sexy men, well boys.  As Peter slipped his muscular arm around her waist as if he were claiming her as a prize, she knew she should be a bit offended by his impudence, But she was too fearful of having to return to her home alone with a good book, and her vibrator.  As his hand crept towards her ass, she was feeling a little randy herself even if she felt she was being paraded around like a 2 bit whore.  <br/>
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She wasn't that interested in the 'good stuff' she had an exceptional liquor cabinet courtesy of her ex-husband.  "The Dungeon?"  She laughed at his little joke, "maybe we should start there, I'm pretty sure I didn't see that on any visits with your parents."  She was more than willing to call his bluff on that little embellishment.  "So I have had a meal in there, maybe I should be giving the tour?"  <br/>
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As they reached the stairs up to the second floor, Peter could hardly be more obvious, but Lea was getting too eager to let pride get in the way.  Despite a certain sense of urgency on Lea's part, she walked up the stairs slowly and deliberately, letting Peter get an eyeful.  At the top of the stairs he again claimed her waist.  She looked at the open door of the master bedroom and spied Justin talking to Simon with his hand injured.   "Oh my, are you alright?"  She charged into the room, she wasn't particularly maternal but she couldn't just ignore the injured boy.  Now suddenly finding herself with three young men.</span><br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> <a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/68/c8/7768c85cfe08ed88c5029771a1eaf25a.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Heather Thomas</a><br/>
<b>Location:</b> Beach House -&gt; Pool Area<br/>
<b>Tagged: <a class="username" data-user-id="34307" data-username="@Colonel_Liam" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34307/">@Colonel_Liam</a> &amp; <a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a> as Sally</b><br/>
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As Heather had a moment alone with Baxter she gained a little of her old confidence.  "So what do you think of my aunt Lea?"  She asked after he grabbed her hand and talked of unfinished business.   "I hear you're more into redheads though."  She said as she pulled her hand back and took her drinks and went looking for Sally.</span>