Tamara wriggled between them, delighted by the duality of her friend and her boyfriend making a sandwich of her. She leaned back, slowly drawing her tongue up the side of Bryan's neck. "Let him guess just how long," she replied to Sammi, grinning devilishly. She glanced down to see his hand between her legs and then slid from between them, leaning in to kiss each of them on the lips and tugging them slowly toward the couch. "Surely this would b e more comfortable..."