TELL HER you want to eat her out: Miss, Mary needs you

You're going at it with Priscilla on the bench by the dying fire like you're a pair of teenagers up past curfew. Her stiff nipples poke your chest through her top and yours. You're thinking maybe of taking your mouth somewhere else if the lady will give you a breath and a word.

You manage, just, to get your hands up onto Priscilla's shoulders so you can break the kiss and tell her where you want to go next, but you've barely drawn breath before you hear Mary clearing her throat behind you.

"Brian, honeybear," she says. "I need you to talk to Sarah."

Mary hands you her cellphone. Priscilla stays sitting in your lap, facing you. Mary sits down behind you on the bench, bumping knees with Priscilla.

"Sarah, sweetheart, what's happening?"

The drift of things seems to to be that Sarah popped in unexpectedly at home, thinking she'd surprise you and Mary, but instead found Deenie and Deenie's friend Trudy going at it hot and heavy. This would have been okay except that they didn't just borrow Shasta's room, but they borrowed Sarah's sex toys, and Deenie was cross at how Sarah was making a big scene of things, and Sarah was scared because Trudy was six feet tall and both fat and muscular, and looking grumpy at her for making Deenie cross.

You calm Sarah down -- for some reason, she listens to you better than her mother -- and ask her to get Deenie, even if she has to call back, because Sarah is standing out on the downhill property line where she can actually get phone signal. And Deenie listens to you more then she ever listened to her mom Mandy, go figure, so you're able to talk them all down.

It takes a while. Your legs are getting a little numb with Priscilla sitting there in your lap, since no one has told her to go away, but at least you're warm front and back, with four titties pressing gently against you as you play peacemaker between your emo daughter, her matter-of-fact ex-babysitter, and said ex-babysitter's Basic Training pal and lesbian booty call, dental hygienist by day, wrestler by night, Trudy the Giant.

"Love you sweetheart," you tell Sarah. "Handing you back to your mom."

"Are things all better, angel?" Mary asks.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go crash with my friends, Mom," she says. "Have a good trip with Dad."

"You apologize to Deenie, now, you hear?" Mary tells Sarah. There's a pause. Sarah's voice is faint, speaking away from the phone. Mary continues, "I love you sweetheart. All right, hand me to Deenie."

Mary makes sure all is well for the night, and hangs up.

So there you are, sitting in a girl sandwich between a hot and willing lady who's put her make-out on pause, and your wife, who brings the good news of the divine joys of sex wherever she goes. You'd think you'd be having a better time. But you can't complain that hard, actually.

"Mary, sweetie-pie," you say. "Thank you. I'm glad we got Sarah and Deenie sorted out." You turn back around to Priscilla, still straddling your lap, breath-to-breath close to you in the dark. "Priscilla, ma'am. Mary, sweetie-pie. Just checking to see if this is bedtime or not. I'm good, however. How are you feeling?"

"Let's talk a little, Priscilla," Mary says.

The ladies dicker back and forth over you and the plans for the rest of the night. Mary brings up Lindsay and the plans you already had together, with Lindsay heading back home sometime today. It comes down to you checking with Lindsay. Priscilla gets off your lap, and Mary gives you a push toward the RV.

"Go ask her," Mary says.

Lindsay is lying in a heap, snoring. It's been a long day, to be sure.

"She's asleep, sweetie-pie."

"Then I'll go join her, honeybear. Don't stay up too late." Mary tiptoes back into the RV.

You join Priscilla on the bench. Priscilla leans forward and stifles a giggle in your shoulder.

"Have you been waiting there all that time for me?" you ask.

"In a manner of speaking," Priscilla says. "Let's seize the day." Her small hand goes straight to the front of your loose shorts and grabs your dick. "Oh my," she says. The head is poking out the top, lit by the flickering light of a candle in a jar. "Oh my, you do have a pretty one." She pulls down the waistband.

And down she goes, just like Master Patrolman Ms. Dana Polk.

Rolls, One Page Solo Engine plus Slut World Moves:
TELL HER (Priscilla): 4+0 = 4, Miss. Someone interrupts.
Who's interrupting? Mary? (1P yes/no, even), roll 5, 3: yes.
Roll +COOL(2d6+1) using GET OUT OF TROUBLE: 5+1 = 6, Miss. She needs you now.
Does Mary need your help, or just needs you? (1P y/n, even), roll 6, 1: your help, but... (it's not local?)
Does Deenie have a problem back at the house? (likely), roll 5, 1: yes, but...
Try a RANDOM EVENT: 4H JC, Communicate (social) Recent Events (physical).
Is it Deenie's mom Mandy? (unlikely), roll 4, 5: no.
Is it your daughters Shasta or Sarah? (unlikely), roll 5, 5: yes.
"Sarah showed up unexpectedly and made a scene after catching Deenie and her girlfriend."
Can you get things started again? Use STALK HER +COOL(2d6+1) counting +1 Cool, +1 Submissive, -1 two girls: 8+1 = 9. Yes, but there are things to resolve.
Use GET OUT OF TROUBLE to see if Lindsay is okay with picking up a fourth tonight: 3 + 1, Lindsay is asleep, so you're left alone with Priscilla.
OMG: Roll +CONTROL(+1): 3+1 = 4, Miss. Even persistence isn't always enough. What happens?