The buxom blonde was delighted to see Travis' eyes widen as he looked towards his brother and the redhead.<strong>"Yes the same room for the four of us, will be alot of fun!"</strong>As Travis continued to stare at Dawn at Micheal, she would allow her gaze to drift over to them as well. She was hoping that the sight of the two of them would lower Travis' inhibitions and break down the walls of hesitation. As she watched the other pair, those flared hips would begin a subtle forward and back motion as she rubbed herself slowly over the barstool's cushion.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but eagerly press those plump perky southern cheeks against Michael's hand as it proceeded to offer those welcomed caresses. Sadly that brief massage came to an end as that hand was used to apply that gentle lifting pressure. It seemed to happen all at once, she was being turned to face Michael while being lifted just enough to allow her to settle upon the edge of the bar stool. She still kept her face in her hands, her right palm pressing against her open mouth as thighs parted over his rubbing thigh, naughty hips immediately responding with a lewd squirming. She would offer a rapid nodding of approval as he made the suggestion to sit down and relax, she could feel his robe clad cock throbbing insistently against her bare inner thigh. His rubbing leg and that eager erection were keeping her right where she was, sitting partly upon the barstool and partly over Michael's thigh.<br/><br/>She always had such trouble forming words when her body was being tease so exquisitely, but she would try. Her hands lowering from her face to be placed upon each knee as pearly whites took possession of her pouty lower northern lip<strong>"I'm...I'm n-n-not hi-h-hiding..."</strong>Lust seemed to drip off of each stuttered sylable that escaped from deep moany breaths<strong>"J-ju-just tr-t-trying...tr-trying to...to ke-k-k-keep myse....mysel....myself qu...quiet"</strong>It was then that she looked downward, her emeralds widening as she spotted the discoloration at the very tip of that tent. Her tongue coming to lick her lips in an almost involuntary reaction. Her right hand sliding to clutch at cloth clad mushroom, her soft palm beginning to slow rocking motion over it's underside while the pads of her index, middle and ring fingers were used to caress the top of that spongy imprisoned cock-head. Her left hand seemed to be struggling with itself to stay right where it was-actually clutching her knee-, wanting so badly to wander up her inner thigh.<br/><br/>The clinking of Travis' armor brought those deep blue-greens back to him, where they would stay until his own gaze wandered over to Dawn and Michael again. At his doubtful words, she was raising up from her relaxed position, turning to fully face him as she leaned closer towards him. Offering both a reassuring smile and a generous view completely down within heaving cleavage.<strong>"I'm sure you could! Wouldn't you like to have as much fun as they're having? I know I certainly would!"</strong>Her voice was soft, only loud enough for Travis alone to hear. Her hips never ceased openly squirming and wriggling against the barstool's cushion right in front of Travis' eyes as she continued<strong>"There's no need for concern, our fun does not have to include anything you're uncomfortable with. After all, Dawn and I were hoping you two would be focusing on us, and of course we intend to focus on the both of you."</strong>As she said this her right hand would move to gently rest atop his thigh, right above his knee. For the moment the touch was less sensual, combining with her smile to add further reassurance<strong>"Michael's very?"</strong>