It was like fighting your way to consciousness from a summer nap, the sun laying hot like honey across your body, sweetly smothering your movements to slow, lazy gestures. Tequila danced with uncertainty in her head, one whispering hot in the ear of the other as its hips dared the shyer one to move a little bit, to just do it. Never good at hiding her emotions, Hannah's face wore them so plainly even Jessi could read them much less Connor who knew so much about Hannah that he not only read her face he often wrote what it said.<br/><br/><em>"Go ahead."</em>became 'Yes, sir' in her heart and<em>"It feels good to make other happy."</em>coiled around her will like Connor's finger under the edge of her collar before he dragged her sweet lips down onto his cock, onto what made him happy for her to do. Uncertainty, fear too, remained and she looked at Connor with eyes as wide as an open door into her emotions before they lowered. "I'm sorry," she whispered to Jessi, barely audible above the splashing water. Hair, the wet ends clinging to the slope of Jessis' breasts, helped make a curtain hiding her face from both of their views. It closed Hannah into a secret place where she felt safer in what she was about to do.<br/><br/>Trembling, one hand in Connor's for reassurance and the other fluttering against the thin string on the side of Jessi's bikini bottom, Hannah watched as sweetly smooth curving flesh came closer and closer before it went fuzzy and she shut her eyes. Salt sparked across the tip of her extended tongue, big flaky crystals of it giving enough of a lie when coupled with the vaguely bleach scented water to allow Hannah to believe it was a hint of Connor she tasted and not -<br/><br/>Someone's hand, she didn't know whose, cupped the back of her head and compelled Jessi's nipple into her mouth. Hannah whimpered, easily mistaken for a moan, then instinctively sucked at the tip before her tongue dragged a firm, slow circle around it from the bottom just like how Connor had taught her to please the head of his cock. But - but wasn't. It wasn't right and it didn't feel the same and God she felt so hot like she was going to never break this fever dream and -<br/><br/>The hand left her head and she jerked up, hair following to stick haphazardly across her cheek. The shot glass was right there, full of the evil golden tequila but she couldn't move, couldn't speak.<br/><br/>A single salt crystal clung to her lower lip, slowly dissolving.