Tamara leaned further over Bryan's lap, skin prickling deliciously at his gentle touch. He hadn't protested yet, and that was good. THings were moving in the right direction, though at the moment it was a little hard to think with Sammi's lips against hers. She leaned with one hand and wrapped her other around the back of Sammi's head, pulling her closer until her hand drifted down to her new partner's red lace bra, barely brushing over it.<br/><br/>Finally she pulled back and gave Bryan a slow, eager smile.