<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br/><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br/>Despite the anticipation, Arlene's groans helped Lucas relax a little, showing his read of the situation was correct. Or at least, correct enough. He let out a gasp and a shiver as she stepped back a little, watching intently as she lifted her shirt. His own hands where quickly working at his belt and fly, wriggling them down over his hips as her breasts become visible. Hooking his thumbs, he brought his underwear down with his pants, pushing them to his knees and kicking them down and stepping free as she got her shirt over her head.<br/><br/>His hard cock rested against her belly as she came closer to push his shirt up, arching with a grunt as her nails traced over his skin. He reached around to grab her behind with both hands, firmly testing at the feel of her flesh as he pulled her tight against him. "We kissing too, Cap'n? Or just fucking?" He asked breathlessly.