First thing Sunday morning

The bed is a mess. You’ve wrapped the two of you in one duvet, but there’s another on the floor, along with scattered pillows and scattered clothing. Lucy is fast asleep. She’ll be completely out of it for most of the day, she always is on Sunday after solo night duty.

You unfurl yourself from her and crawl off the bed. You stumble over a pillow. Pick it up and throw it onto the mattress. Then scoop up the jumbled duvet and fold it over one corner of the mattress untouched by Lucy or the duvet she’s under. Finally you gather her silk nightdress and her panties and place them on a chair. Only then do you stumble through the dressing area and into the master bathroom.

You decide to sit to pee, which is why you see Morgane enter through the other doorway. Her hair is messed, and her eyes are still groggy with sleep. She’s wearing a long t-shirt, which she obviously slept in. She looks at you sitting there confused.

“You going to be awhile?” she asks. “I can go back to sleep.”

“No, it’s just Lucy took more out of me than I imagined last night.”

“More out of you? Is Lucy going to be more in a state today than usual?”

It’s a joke in the house that Lucy needs a wheelchair on Sunday. Not quite true, it’s just she struggles. Thankfully her role as secretary gives her Sunday off. If she did have to work today, she’d be useless.

“No, I think it’s just this week has taken more out of me than normal, what with Belka joining, and Niemira’s date night was a lot more vigorous than most Wednesday nights.”

“As long as you’re up for shower duty now,” Morgane insists.

“If you’re on shower duty, then I’m up for it.”

“You’d say that to all of us.”

“It’s true for all of you.”

“Then I’ll get the shower ready.”

She pulls her t-shirt over her head, catching her firm, large breasts as she does so, such that they bounce enticingly. You guess that’s probably just sleepiness muffling her actions, but it could be purposeful. She carefully places her t-shirt to one side. She’s wearing a pair of patterned knickers, with unicorns on. She’s sees you looking at them.

“Like them?” She poses in them, giving you a good look. You can see her cameltoe through the thin cloth.

“I like what they’re covering even more.”

“Then I’d better get these off.” She wiggles her hips and pulls these knickers down, and then carefully places them on top of her t-shirt. She leans over as she does so, such that you get a great view of her pussy. You’re getting an expert at the spotting the stirring of your girlfriends’ excitement in their flesh, and you’re spotting it now. She glances back to check you’re entranced by the sight and then wiggles her ass.

“I’ll be in the shower when you’re finished,” she tells you. Then she enters the shower.

You’re not far behind.