Tori stood. “Brook, would you like to go where it’s more comfortable?”
Brook stood, too. “I have to ask, howcomfortable?” She emptied her wine glass.
Autumn walked around and swatted her ass. “Living room, my room, or hers.” She stumbled, and Brook caught her. Their eyes locked.
Brook noted. “You sure like to swat asses. I presume a fetish.”
Autumn used both hands to spank Brook. She giggled. “Tori, she doesn’t move away. She likes it.”
Tori tried to pull Autumn back. “Brook, sorry, she’s a lightweight. We hardly drink.”
Brook said, “It’s all good. Sometimes, we need to cut loose.”
Tori leaned close to Brook. “Neither one of us has been with a woman in too many months.” She bit her lower lip. “And so there’s no doubt in your mind, that was a proposition.”
Brook’s groin moistened. “Actually, I was thinking it’s been a long time for us, too.”