They head straight back to the Summers house (so to speak)

The four girls headed back to the Summers residence, now doubling as the Rosenbergian High Temple. It wasn't a very good name, but the lesbian cultists were having a hard time agreeing on a better one. Maybe they could indoctrinate some women at an advertising agency to come up with something better, but that would have to come later on. Dawn and Tara went inside while the roommates waited on the porch.

Inside they found Buffy splayed across the coffee table while Willow pounded away at her with a strap-on and Anya rode her face.

"Oh -- sorry to interrupt," said Tara. "Should we come back later?"

Willow smiled cheerily and took one hand off Buffy's ass long enough to give a friendly wave. "No interruption. I like an audience," she said. "So, are you with the program now?"

"I sure am," Tara said. She looked embarrassed for a moment, then diffidently asked "is it okay if I masturbate while you do this? It's really hot."

Willow smiled indulgently. "Of course, sweetie. You can jill off whenever you want. I want my girls to have all the orgasms they can handle."

Tara stripped off her skirt and was about to lose her panties as well when Dawn coughed and glanced toward the door.

"Yes, you should close the door," said Anya. "If the neighbors see us and call the police there could be fines involved. That would leave less money for me to roll around naked in." The others stared at her, though given the angle you couldn't really be sure about Buffy. "What, don't you do that too?"

"Actually, Dawn means I brought you a present," Tara said. "To make up for me being such a bitch and leaving you. That was wrong of me."

"Don't beat yourself up, sweetie," said Willow as she slapped Buffy's ass and quickened the pace of her thrusts, "that's allwater under the bridge. The important thing is that we're together again. So what's this present?" Ingrid and Jenny walked in and dropped to their knees in a position of abject worship. Willow squealed and clapped her hands like a little girl who got that Barbie Dream House she really wanted for Christmas -- well, for Channukkah. "It's just what I wanted! I can't wait to unwrap them!"

Buffy groaned in frustration -- in her delight Willow had stopped pumping. "Oh, sorry," the redhead said, and resumed her thrusts.

"Mistress?" Dawn asked. "Can I borrow the orb for school on Monday? I want to get you a present too."

Willow grinned. This was giving her the best idea...