They do.

'So, about the interviews,' she said, now laying across my bed and panting heavily after I chased her once more through the house like a whimsical child. 'I think you should go alone.'

'What? Why?' I paused, mid-tickle and she grabbed my hands to defend herself.

'Well, I appreciate this, and you asking me, so much, but, I think it should be your decision.' She grabbed a pillow and held it as a shield.

I burst through her protection and grabbed her, holding her tightly in a hug. 'But I want you to come. You're a part of thi-'

'No, I've made up my mind. This is your plan. Plus, it's your power, your secret. I want you to be able to trust them, whoever you choose.'

'Tell you what, I'll make the final decision but you have to meet them first. Deal?' I rolled over her, my chest against her back now and squeezed her lovely tits to punctuate my statement.

She giggled and tried to escape again but I just squeezed faster until she squealed. 'You bastard! Ha!' and she bit my finger playfully. I let go quickly and admitted defeat when she straddled me and started to riding me like I was a horse. She even pretended to whip me.

'OK, you win,' I said with a devious smile. She leant forward and kissed me deeply. I could feel the warmth coming off her cheeks and she was still panting heavily from our playfight. Her breaths made her body move sexily, her breasts moving up and down under her clothes. I reached up and held one in my hand, appreciating their weight and the texture of her bra. I slipped my hand under her t-shirt and up under her bra to feel her hot, smooth, skin, squeezing her breast directly now. I gently flicked her nipple and she clenched up in surprise and rocked against my hips. Her boobs were so perfect. I slowly slid my fingertips over her flexible skin and around her nipples, the friction made her buck again.

I felt my dick getting hard and she noticed it quickly. She started rhythmically rocking against me, rubbing her tights and skimpy panties against my hidden package. I groaned, frustrated by the restrictive material. 'I've decided, we are all together much too clothed.' I declared.

'Oh, my king, allow me to fix that.' She laughed and began lifting her top and the hidden t-shirt under it, up, over her head. I watched, transfixed by the slow reveal of her flat tummy, dark red bra that matched her top and then cute face again as her hair fell down past her shoulders again. She threw the top aside. All the while, she kept moving her hips, back and forth and now I was rock hard, almost painfully sandwiched between us.

I lifted my hips and pulled down my trousers and boxers until my long dick flicked up, slapping into her butt and she laughed again.

I laughed with her and she rolled off me, lifted her legs in the air and waited for me to look. I stood up with her bum facing me and watched as she slid her tights down over her pale ass, her wide hips coming into view beneath her raised skirt. She grabbed her panties too and as her hands slid down her legs, up towards the ceiling, I got a teasing reveal of her beautiful bum and tight pussy. I watched as her thin panties pulled away from her, a thin line of moisture still connecting them to her glistening pussy, her hairless snatch calling to me to pierce it.

I got closer and let her rest her legs on my shoulders after she flicked the clothes away, now only wearing her skirt. My big dick slipped between her thighs and rested over her wet hole, my shaft collecting her juices. We both shuddered, enjoying the heat and slight friction. I reached down and slid a finger through her moist folds then pushed forward, rubbing my shaft over her swollen clit.