A break for Lisa's arrival

Before Miranda can draw a name Nicole chimes in. "Hey, Lisa's probably arriving any second now. She might be a little put off if we're al, um, at least half-naked and clearly already busy. I think we should probably get cleaned up and get dressed and look like we're just hanging out like Tom said, right?"

"I did say it was a dare," Tom points out. "She can probably figure that out. And there were all of your comments that she probably heard."

"I agree with Nicole and it's my turn, so I'll just hold off and see if Lisa's down to join in," Miranda says, and that seems to decide it. Quite a few of you need to wash up as well as recover your strewn clothing and make yourselves presentable again. You and the other guys were all somehow left in your shirts, and you feel slightly ridiculous about it as you cast around for your boxers and eventually find them on the side of the couch. Miranda asks for your help fastening her dark green bra, and you don't fumble it too badly even with Tom leering obviously as your efforts pulls the 36C cups tight and no doubt give him another little show. Then Miranda steps back into her skirt and fastens the light brown blouse over those marvelous tits, runs hands through her disheveled brown hair, and looks good. Well, she always looks good, but now she doesn't look like she's just had a couple of loads shot down her throat and her anal passage stretched by a toy.

Nicole never actually lost her underwear, so she just gets her own jeans and shirt back on. A rather tight shirt, you notice now; you didn't really notice her body before, but having seen what's under those clothes, and what she looks like flushed and panting and... okay, there'll be time for that later. But still she's sexy even with all her clothes still on her.

Sarah is the last to return, and since it's her house she has the luxury of changing into a new outfit. She comes back with a shit-eating grin and the exact same outfit she was wearing in the video she showed: skirt to mid-thigh that threatens to show more with every step and a shirt with the top few buttons left undone to show a generous view of her cleavage. Which was all completely on display earlier, but it doesn't detract from how good, and how bad, she looks now.

And she has rejoined you just in time, too, because the doorbell rings and Sarah opens it, letting Lisa in. She's the slenderest of the girls in the room, with a fine-boned face and big, dark eyes looking out through feathered bangs. You look her over: she's wearing a very cute draped gray dress to mid-thigh over black tights. It's made of something thin that hugs the upper curves of her chest, then falls straight down over her perky breasts. It's simultaneously perfectly modest and very enticing. "Hey, guys!" she says, smiling widely as she comes in. "Thanks for inviting me back, Tom, and for having me back, Sarah. So what've you been up to?"