<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/127714_04.jpg)</div>If she'd been any kind of skilled she probably could have guessed his legs would fall the way they did, or at least that they<i>might</i>have fallen that way and she could have backed off.  Instead she's a little proud of herself, opening her mouth to speak, but instead his legs slam into the backs of her own and she finds herself facing the ceiling. "Ah!" She cries out in a yelp, then lands with an "UFFF!" on her back.  Perhaps to their delight her breasts bounce and jiggle upon landing.  Tigress groans softly as she lay there, on her back, staring up at the ceiling. "Okay, maybe we should retire for the night, before we hurt ourselves." She picks herself up and eyes Abigail.<br/><br/>She pauses as she nears her, on the way back. "If we didn't have a mission tomorrow I'd have to pay you back for the boob squeeze earlier." She throws a saucy wink at the woman and moves off to her quarters.  They'd done it up a lot like her apartment, a few pictures here and there that they had to have taken directly from her place, but she doesn't mind.  It's kind of nice to have pieces of her home in...her new home.  Isabela decides then just to pull off the mask and suit, pull on a pair of yoga pants and tank top, then wash the suit.<br/><br/>When all is said and done she collapses in bed, one hand moving up to her right breast and giving it a soft squeeze.  The other hand sinks between her legs for a little rub as she imagines Abigail grabbing her breast again.  She hadn't expected to find someone to date here, and maybe she hasn't, but a good fuck?  She wouldn't complain at all.  She does have to remind herself of just how much of a party-goer Abigail is, but then...she doesn't have to be like that in fantasy, does she?