Fi panted, not remembering a time when she was ever that exhausted, yet that energized at once.  Her senses gradually returned as she came down, her breaths slower but still full, leaving too little time to articulate thought.  She relaxed her legs, letting them flop either side of Sherrie as she lounged back into Bailey's lap, signs of a smile showing at the corners of her mouth as she gulped in lungfuls of air.<br/><br/>By the time Fiona regained enough control of her face, her two lovers began discussing what was next.  "Someone else's turn," she managed to put forward her opinion, adding a barely audible 'please' with a breathless gasp.