Tell Cheryl to send herself to the angels while you watch

TELL Cheryl to masturbate using TOUCH YOURSELF. Roll +HOT(+4) to TELL HER, Touch Yourself (+COOL) to resolve: 7+4 = 11, she's eager, take +1 forward; 8+0+1 = 9, she gets hot and wet.

You raise your head and suck in a deep, cool breath of air. Cheryl lays back, her pink lady-lips slippery and swollen and parted, her silver-gray pussy hair slicked down with your spit.

"Truly... thankful," Cheryl breathes.

"Truly," you say. "Truly thankful. Cheryl, sweetie, will you show me how you pleasure yourself? I'd love to see you touch your own pearl, after seeing you do it for the mommies in your swim class."

"Let me catch, ah, my breath," Cheryl says. She gives you a broad, open-mouthed smile that puts dints in her round cheeks. "Can I have another beer?"

"Oh, certainly, sugar," you say. You come back with another can of the same light beer that you were sharing. "Pop your top?"

"Haha, please, Mary," she says. "Though I'd say you popped my top good and hard already." She nods her head, her silvery curls dancing as her chin tilts up and down.

You lever the can open with a 'Pop!' and hand it to Cheryl. Cheryl cradles the cool, dew-beaded can in both hands before taking a long drink.

"Oh, I needed that," she says. She belches. "Excuse me Mary!" She puts a hand over her mouth as a late pardon-me.

"Better out than in, like my papa used to say," you tell her. "Don't you mind. Can I set myself up close?" You point your fingertips to the cushion where you'd been kneeling.

"Kiss me first," Cheryl says.

Cheryl holds your shoulders as you bend over her chair. She gives you a big sloppy kiss with lots of tongue, licking her juices off your chin and cheeks and leaving her own sweet spit and a taste of beer.

"I never would have pegged you for a ladies' lady," Cheryl says. "Just to look at you, I mean. Till I caught you eye fucking my titties. And then you told me about the girl circle jerk at the women's shelter. Whoo-ee!"

You laugh together.

"God loves love, hon," you tell her. "I'm here to witness that. A lot of ladies going wanting. Even if they have a man at home. As you know."

"I know that well, Mary," Cheryl says. "Not personally so much." She grins, sticking her wedding finger through the circled thumb and forefinger of her other hand. "But I know it well."

You settle your knees back down on the chair cushion between her legs. "Show me how you love yourself."

Cheryl spreads her lady-lips wide with one hand and reaches her other down to play her stiff pink pearl.

"You have a beautiful lady pie, there, Cheryl," you say. "Other ladies tell you that?"

"Yes," Cheryl says. "If they, ah, don't have their mouth full."

"Oh hon, know it," you say. "You have such a beautiful face between your legs."

"Ah," Cheryl says, touching up on that sweet pink pearl. "Ahhhh."

But Cheryl has to pee before she can quite get up to touch the angels.

"Stay," she tells you.

So you sit on the edge of the bathtub and chat with Cheryl while she's on the pot.

"All those angels," Cheryl says as she's tinkling. "All over."

"I love angels," you tell her. "Sometimes I talk to them. You know you're an angel, for your mommies?"

"You're an angel, too, Mary."

"Hope to be, on my good days," you tell her. "I seem to be called to love, and I should love for the best reasons if I can."

Roll +COOL(0) for TRUTH as you chat with Cheryl: 10. On a 10+, choose 3 of who Cheryl tells you about:

• She names another girl she wants to fuck.
• She names another girl she is fucking.
• She names another girl she wants to watch you fuck.
• She names another girl she loves.
• She names another girl she hates.