<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/6WUNyz7.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Devon Winters</strong></span><br/><strong>Location: Tisila's room</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:Tilisa | Ricky | Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Funny enough, Devon actually wasn't all that keen on going to the swimming pool. Back in Alaska it hadn't been an issue; not only did few people care to join her when she went swimming in the near-freezing waters of the northern state, the low temperatures also had the convenient side-effect of making the difficult to miss bulge in her bottoms a little less prominent. She'd worn bikinis or bathing suits, sometimes proper thermal suits depending on how long she intended to stay out. here though, even Devon felt a little self-conscious. Safe to say that conventional women's swimwear didn't quite cover the<em>nether regions</em>. She'd resorted the types of two-piece that came with boy-shorts but even then, it was a tight fit, to put it crudely. Of course, here of all places she wouldn't be the only one with that wardrobe-related challenge, but somehow that didn't make it easier. Yet, anyway.<br/><br/>"Right, I'll only be a minute," she said, flashing the pretty girl a toothy grin before stepping out of the room. At least Tilisa would have a moment of privacy, although the clock was ticking and it was closer to nine o'clock than she would have liked. Devon was used to eating at irregular times, and thanks to her military past her body could function on very little energy for a long time. Which didn't mean that she didn't feel like scrambled eggs and toast right now; in fact, the thought of it made her stomach rumble. She pressed a hand against her abdomen even as she grabbed the key to her room and stepped inside. Devon didn't bother checking it out much; it looked practically identical to Tilisa's minus the pile of teddies, and she didn't exactly have much to decorate it with, anyway.<br/><br/>As she searched through her bag for a clean top that didn't look all too creasy, Devon consciously focused on slowing her breathing. Meditating and mindfulness had become more and more important in the last few years of her life - they were key in maintaining a certain sense of calm in her body and mind. It was what kept her from feeling as if she was only thinking with her cock - to put it crudely - or driven by her chemical imbalance. She was very adamant about having sex because she<em>wanted</em>to have sex, and although she'd mucked up a couple of times in the past, she hadn't been faring too badly. Especially not these past two years, and Devon very much wanted to keep in control of herself like she had been.<br/><br/>Of course, being put in a mansion filled with beautiful women, regardless of what genitalia they had, sure made things a lot more challenging.<br/><br/>She carefully folded her dirty top and put it aside - army habit - and even as she walked to the front door Devon was putting her new shirt over her head. When she walked into the hallway she was sliding it over the flat of her tummy, looking to the side for a sign of Tilisa. "If they're out of bacon I'm gonna be so disappointed," she said lightheartedly. "You ready to go?"<br/><br/>The dining room wasn't all that far from their rooms, although Devon wagered that Ricky had to walk considerably less to get to all the refuge's amenities. Devon didn't mind; she had the stamina to walk fast and walk a lot. Without a good amount of physical exercise she wouldn't last a week here. "Do you think you'll be using the pool?" she asked, well before Devon considered if the question might sound a little out of place.<br/>