<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">%u25CF Fully female.<br/>%u25CF Wearing white dress and heels.<br/>%u25CF Self confident.<br/>%u25CF Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br/>    but can control the exposure via inner door,<br/>   which he is drawn to open.<br/>%u25CF Turned on.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2pt;"><br/></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">A hint from Chloe, reinforced by a gentle shove, makes me turn my attention to Circe.  Right, foreplay, I can do that.  She looks ready -- more than ready -- clothes flung aside, one hand on her breast, the other between her legs, tongue seductively licking slightly parted lips...<br/><br/>Yes, it's been a while but I remember now, she was always proud of her tits, using any opportunity to flaunt them, relishing the reaction of men and women alike, be it lust, admiration or or envy.  Understandably too, she has a great pair, even more so now thanks to the magic of the book, and if she enjoys having them played with half as much as the likes showing them off, she's in for a treat.  But does she?  It would be easy to know it I just opened that door in my mind.  Tempting, but I don't want the side effects, not just yet.  Though... if the door metaphor can be taken further, perhaps I can listen at it?<br/><br/>Pulling myself closer my hands displace Circe's, taking a hold of her breasts, kneading, squeezing, caressing...  Her pink nipples react to my touch by springing erect, and in my mind, I press my ear to the door while keeping it closed.  It works, sort of.  I can hear the voices getting louder and clearer, still cannot decipher the words but they convey a feeling of content, as if saying, yes, continue...  and I obey by leaning closer and taking a nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it, feeling her body react...  I wish I had the book within reach, there must be something in it to make those little pleasure buttons even more sensitive.  If it was up to me, they would be orgasmic, like a pair or hair-trigger clits on her chest, but even now, the voices whisper that she's enjoying the ministrations.<br/><br/>I feel soft lips on my neck and another voice joins in, murmuring softly.  It's Cloe, she's horny (what a surprise!) and wants to stick her...  In the recesses of my mind, my imaginary self pulls away from the door in confusion and the voices die down, all the better since I can make no sense of that nonsense.<br/><br/>Circe shifts and I notice that Circe is still stroking herself.  That won't do my dear, that button is for me to push.  Slowly I begin to slide down, kissing my way along her breastbone, her solar plexus, her navel, sticking my tongue into it and giving it a twirl before going lower still, over her nice little bush, to what lies beneath it.  Nudging her hand away with my head, I kiss her pink pussy, then push my tongue in, separating her nether lips like the petals of a delicate flower to reach her clit, and flick it.  <em>I want to hear you sing, Circe,</em> I think as I start licking in earnest, <em>Moan and squeal and scream...</em><br/></span>