TRUTH. On a 7-9, Cheryl tells you about Marcy, the pregnant ex-marine

"Ha ha," Cheryl says. "I think I'd have to say Marcy has made quite the impression." Cheryl fluffs up her curly gray hair now that she's taken off her swim cap.

You and Cheryl are relaxing for a few minutes in the spa before you join the other ladies in the changing room. Cheryl has already given you a long peek at her lady-lips, making sure you know she's still interested in doing things together.

"Is Marcy the lady with the tattoo?" you ask.

One of the class members you didn't see last time is a broad-shouldered brunette with a short haircut and a globe-anchor-and-eagle tattoo on her upper arm, wearing a red one-piece over a large firm baby bulge. She gives her all during the exercises, swimming faster and kicking harder than the other ladies.

"Tattoos," Cheryl says. "She has a marine rifle as a tramp stamp."

"Is tramp stamp a nice thing to say?" you ask.

"That's what Marcy said," Cheryl says. "Which is how I know it's a marine rifle."

"Is her husband a Marine too?" you ask.

"He was her translator," Cheryl says. "Now he's her male war bride. Which is why she's Marcy Rashid now." She smiles. "He's a sweetheart. Real cutie. Marcy said he's the only man she's been with who can actually make her come." Cheryl leans closer. "Even going up her ass," she whispers. Cheryl clears her throat and mimics Marcy's voice. "Reader, I married him."

You laugh. "Sometimes you don't know where a blessing's going to come from," you say.

"So I'm going to give Marcy a massage," Cheryl says. "She asked me about it after she saw me do it for Nadine."

"It was wonderful seeing you do it for Lesley," you say. "I'll ask Marcy if I can watch you."

TELL Marcy you want to watch Cheryl massage her, roll +HOT(+4): 11, she's pleased to, take +1 Forward.

"I thought a route march with gear was tough," Marcy says. "But Baby Leila here, she's the one giving me the back aches."

Marcy lies on her side while Cheryl rubs warm oil over her lower back, giving the black ink of the rifle tattoo a glossy shine. She sighs as Cheryl kneads out the knots. All of you are nude. Cheryl's heavy breasts bounce as she massages Marcy. Cheryl's broad, soft nipples are erect, like bubblegum-colored gumdrops. You feel a little tingle in yours too.

"How's that feeling, Marcy?" Cheryl asks.

"Heaven," Marcy says. "I'm glad I asked." She rolls her shoulders and stretches her neck. There's a little crackle-pop as her backbone settles itself.

Marcy chats a little more. She tells you she'll have to make a point of visiting your diner sometime.

"With an apron and an order book and a pencil behind your ear?" Marcy asks.

"That's me," you say. "As schoolmarm as you please, and still the fellows' eyes are wandering."

"You've got the tits and ass, Mary," Marcy says. "So unless you're wearing a literal sack, men are gonna dog you."

"Well, I don't mind, you know," you tell Marcy. "I just don't want to encourage them. Especially with our new waitress Taylor, she's even more that way, and she's young and pretty."

Cheryl says, "All right, Marcy, more up, or more down?"

"Down, please," Marcy says. "Really dig into my butt."

"Do you want me to finish with you like I did with Nadine?" Cheryl asks.

"I'll let Mary decide," Marcy says. She turns her head and asks you, "Should Cheryl put her fingers in my pussy?"

"Yes, Marcy," you tell her, nodding. "Yes."

Marcy turns her head back and relaxes as Cheryl keeps kneading her buttocks.

"You ready, Marcy?" Cheryl asks.

"I'm ready," she says.

"Pull up your top knee a little," Cheryl says. "Little more. There. Let me put a towel under."

"Say when, Mary," Marcy says, a little teasing edge in her voice.

"When," you say firmly.

Roll +COOL (+1) (+0 Cool, +1 Forward) using MISTRESS: 9, it's fucking hot, take +1 Forward.

Cheryl shows you she knows her way around a pussy. With a slow hand, she tickles Marcy's lady-lips, then pinches, tugs, teases a bit. Spreads them open. Walks her fingertips inside.

Marcy makes little growling sounds, "Ahh! Arrgh! Hah!" as Cheryl explores her pussy with slippery fingers.

It's getting warm in the little room. Three women's breaths are coming fast and deep. You can scent Marcy's wetness. Cheryl's too. You lick your lips. You'd love to taste Marcy. Cheryl. You know you're going to taste Cheryl.

Marcy raises a hand. "Stop, gotta take a leak," she says. "Don't go away." She grabs a towel and steps out of the little room.

When Marcy is out tinkling, Cheryl smiles at you. "Did you like that?"

"That was beautiful," you tell her. "Did you do that for Nadine too? Put your fingers there?"

"One time," Cheryl says. "Mostly she's been saving it for her husband. He was away that week." She looks down, then meets your eyes. "Has anyone told you how pretty your pussy is, Mary?"

You can't help but smile. "My honeybear Brian can't say enough," you say. "But he's not the only one who's told me that. Actually more ladies than fellows."

"Well let me join the chorus," Cheryl says. "The first time I saw you in the showers, I couldn't take my eyes off. I hope you didn't notice."

"Thank you, I'm flattered," you tell Cheryl. "You have anything in mind?"

You hear Marcy walking back toward your little room.

Roll +HOT(+4) (+3 Hot, +1 Forward): 10. Cheryl begs you for three things.