Enzo is held up by the back of his pants as he starts to squirm .<span style="color: navy"> "Really boys is this absolutely necessary?"</span>He would squirm...he would beg, hell even try to hypnotize his way out of this...but if it didn't happen now, the big lummox would just insist it happened later.<br/><br/>Enzo doesn't squirm, he doesn't fight..<span style="color: navy"> "Lets get on with this..." </span>he sighs.<span style="color: navy"> "Aim for the hay stacks and not a tree this time, the face is a money maker..."</span><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Izzy's hands reach out running over the sides of Camelia's shoulders as she steps into her hand.<span style="color: olive">"You don't gotta leave Sernia...c'mon...bout time you learned how ta' cause a bit of a stink.." </span>Isabella hops up, the feeling of the soft flesh of Camelia's bare shoulders still lingering on her hands as she places them atop the rough wooden windowsill.  She looks down, and whispers<span style="color: olive">"Higher Cam.."  <br/>
</span><br/>As she's pushed higher she's oblivious to where the movement  lands her most 'private' of anatomy, turns out its right in Camelia's face.<br/><br/>Blissfully ignorant she shimmy's back and forth trying to get a good view.  Her eyes go wide as she watches the lithe illusionist slowly and rhythmically buck against Obscura, she lets out a little sigh of 'want' when she see's the girl take the other woman's nipple into her mouth.  Izzy dreamily rests her head on her hands to watch the act play out, her own mind editing the scene and replaces Gabrielle with her self, and Obscura with Camelia. Sure  she didn't have Gabrielle's anatomy , but she'd read things of ...harnesses of some sort or another-(Thanks to a plethora of trashy dime novels.)  She'd have to take a look next time they were in town...for..when........she was never -ever put in this situation.<br/><br/>She sighs , shooting her self down-  moments later she's shaking her head , now wasn't the time for that.<br/><br/>She gazes at the two humping away and tries to push down the feelings of 'do want' and  'listen' in on the thoughts of the two.<span style="color: olive"> "Omigod..</span>" she giggles quietly as she picks up some rather detailed information on the girthieness and curvature of Gabrielles girlcock.<span style="color: olive">"Holy shit..."</span>she gasps smacking the back of Cammy's head in the gigglefits. It isn't long before she starts to be overwhelmed with the thoughts of need, want and desire, her head tilting to the side to get a better look , squinting to 'see' exactly what is going on.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>