Walter and Juliette, indeed, were a team.  They didn't quite flow seamlessly together--often they bickered about trivial things, or got in each other's way, or stepped on each other's toes--but when the chips were down, when something big and important was at stake and there was no room for error--then,<em>then</em>they stopped arguing and functioned like a well-oiled machine.  It was the comfortability and casual acceptance borne of working together, of living together, every minute of every day for years.   Spend that much time in such close proximity with another person, and either you drove each other absolutely crazy--or you rubbed off on each other, learned how to ignore the other person's foibles and eccentricities and became greater than the sum of your parts.<br/><br/>Right now, he was feeling Kenzie's parts up close and personal.  He leaned over her, shadowing her body with his own as she ate Jules out.  The hand between her legs dipped lower, his thumb seeking out and brushing up against the tiny hooded pearl, rubbing his knuckle against it for friction as his index and third fingers dipped deeply into the blonde's hole.  He tickled, he wiggled, he stroked, he curled his fingertips, he drove his hand inside as far as it would go, penetrating her as deeply as he could.  His fingers twitched like mad, literally beckoning her to cream all over his hand.<br/><br/>His other hand, meanwhile, had snuck underneath and had latched onto Kenzie's breast, and he was busy squeezing and palpitating, kneading it in time to his finger-bang.  He could feel the woman quiver and shiver in his grip, and he held her tight, refusing her her freedom until she had successfully made Jules squeal.   And once she did, he reached up and held her head there, shoving it against Jules' snatch until the brunette spurted all over Kenzie's face.  It was a latent sadistic streak, one that Walter didn't know he had; but he liked seeing Kenzie's face covered in Jules' sticky wet cum.