Steve suggests Franzi sit on his lap

If Steve didn't know better, he'd think Franzi was trying to one-up him. Hell, maybe she actually was: she wouldn't have to be aware of the strangeness of her situation to try to dominate it.

"Actually Franzi, why don't you sit on my lap?" Steve told her.

Franzi shrugged, her breasts jiggling with the motion. "Sure. Here, scootch," she said, gesturing for Steve to step back slightly as she moved the chair. She rose gracefully, pulling herself up by Steve's hips. She gently grasped his cock as she moved in to kiss him.

Steve moved in, grasping one of Franzi's breasts as he opened his mouth. She held his cock firmly, squeezing it, rubbing it. Steve lost himself for a moment as Franzi gave him a hand job at the breakfast table.

Elena giggled. "Who is it that likes Stevie?" She laughed.

That shook Steve out of his reverie. This was great, but it wasn't what he wanted. He pulled away. "Okay, Franzi, your turn to scootch."

Franzi looked impishly to Steve, and stepped off the chair. He turned around and sat down. As Franzi settled down, he pushed down his erect cock, so that it nestled against her pussy as she sat. She looked to Steve. "No pushing in, Steve," she warned.

Steve shrugged. "You're the one who sat down on my cock. I don't have any problem with it."

Franzi looked to Steve with confusion. "Why would you?" She turned back around and reached for her cereal. Steve reached for a breast, and fondled it.

Elena and Annie appeared to Steve to be playing footsie with one another. Annie grinned at Franzi. "You look super turned-on, Franzi."

Franzi squirmed slightly. Steve felt Annie's assessment confirmed as Franzi's juices slick the topside of his cock. "Yeah," she said, "I'm getting really wet."

Steve let his hand gently slip down her torso to her join, which she was rubbing against him. She gasped as he rubbed her clit, and began panting.

"Oh god," Franzi exclaimed.

Elena and Annie continued to eat their breakfast, and chat. Franzi attempted to as well, but with less success. Finally, Franzi moaned loudly, and Steve felt more warm juices on his cock.

Franzi sighed. Annie and Elena looked up at Steve and smiled.

"You don't mind that I fingered Franzi to orgasm with you two here?" he asked.

Elena frowned. "As opposed to where?" she said. "It's not like you were allowed to go somewhere else to do it."

Annie shrugged. "I'm not sure why you're worried. I mean, I don't think you two are together or anything, but it's sweet of you to bring her to orgasm like that anyway. But shouldn't you two get washed up?"