<strong>Lionel Porter<br/>Time; Evening, Day 1<br/>Location; Lionel’s Dormitory<br/>Tagged; Giselle &amp; Zamala</strong><br/><br/>Well wasn't Lionel just living a dream today? With Zamala rocking on his roock more, only building to that already high state of arousal, and Giselle's so moist lips pressing against his, their tongues at it wildly, and after that he got to watch Zamala influence on the drow, making her shiver and cooing to the overwhelming number of influences upon her body. Who doesn't want to see that? And even better, they locked lips again which also included Giselle wrapping her firm hot hand around Lionel's cool sticky member pumping the hot rod. This was perhaps the best evening he had ever had in his life; such an exotic threeway, and his first one too, so with all said this was perhaps his greatest sexual encounter ever. Now he was tempted to make the change, and in fact couldn't resist the urge much longer; he was determined to last it out a little longer because, well, it'd only make this much better, but perhaps a little bit more complicated. But then again, it would be really hot and well, he couldn't last too long resisting; Giselle's heat and tight grasp accompanied by Zamala's cool and sticky grip was becoming overwhelming to him. Unfortunately his fetish then engulfed his thought and, unconciously, he had activated the Dream Morph on Giselle's breasts again, turning them into the large milkers he adored; to prove the point he latched onto one of Giselle's suddenly swelling nipple s and tasted it, devoured it with his tongue before getting the explosion of milk in his mouth, her other tit seeping a little. Lionel's free hand, however, decided to pay homage to Zamala by grasping her, if it could so be called, buttocks and squeezed it, the sticky fluid running all over his palm.