How they moved over to the bed was a mystery to all three. They had no notion of movement and just felt the edge of the bed against their knees, causing them to buckle and fall onto it.
Caius fell on his back with the two ladies on either side of him. Anne was quickest to straddle his body, her hand grabbing and undoing the first couple of buttons of his shirt to sneak her hand inside and touch his chest. She shivered at the feeling, and let out a groan with her face turned toward the ceiling in a way that suggested she might have experienced a climax already.
Whether or not she did, her center moistened, her pussy juices—their delectable aroma quickly reaching Caius's sharp senses—permeated the thin material of her panties as she rubbed herself against his groin— just in front of the tent forming in his pants.
