Fi felt the cool, wet slice of fruit against her neck, its nearly magical properties kicking in quickly enough to make her start.  Bailey's lips closing over that buzzing patch of skin was enough to make Fiona melt in her arms, her head already swimming in the heady euphoria.  It never ceased to amaze her how one innocuous piece of fruit made Fiona squirm with so much more need, made the sensation of Bailey's insistent suckling feel that much more exhilarating.  It was something Sherrie had done with her many times, but the fruit brought it to a whole other plane of yumminess.  If Fi were blushing before, she had become a miniature sun now.<br/><br/>Bailey's attentions didn't let up, and Fiona lost herself in them.  She almost didn't feel Sherrie's hands explore her back again, at least until she dipped as low as her rear, sending a ripple through her right to her head, her back arching at her lovers' ministrations.  She heard Bailey say something over her shoulder, picking out her name but little else, and heard Sherrie agree, feeling Bailey's hands guide her back down, easing herself down into Bailey's lap, as Sherrie glided over her, hands trickling down her sides and hips, until at last she found Fi's bare legs.<br/><br/>Fi lifted her arms up, entangling them behind Bailey's head and watching helplessly as her dress inched upward to finally reveal scarlet lace panties, their intricacy accentuating a carefully trimmed mound of hair over a steadily growing patch of arousal.  She could do little but accommodate for the dress to go higher, up over her shoulders and off to uncover her naked breasts, gently rising and falling with her quickened breaths, that last brush of satin awakening her nipples.  Fi craned her head over to offer her lips to Bailey, already squirming in her host's lap at the thought of what Sherrie had in mind.