The bed Lisa and Claire sleep on.

You tell her that Lisa and Claire's bed seems like the best bet, the bed has an aura and history of deep skin ship and trust behind it.

"I'm not sure what that means exactly, and I washed the bed sheets earlier today," Claire says. "So it should be clean enough for us to use."

Claire leads the way as you still have yet to remember the layout of the house. Without much thought, your hold hands with Claire, her soft warm hands feel nice. You watch as her modest ass jiggles. You can barely hold back from lunging onto her right there, but your self control is stronger than one would normally think.

While you walk past the hallway towards her room you notice the various pictures, all are only of women; some in the pool, others at a bake sale, even small sports events of different categories.

"Oh, that's sometimes we host pool parties here. It's lots of fun." Claire says. "We do bake sales too to help fund certain projects, and the neighborhood does mini sport tournaments between the kids here. Well, everyone here are adults now, but that doesn't stop the fun or the tournaments." Claire laughs.

You talk about how you hope to join these events.

"We'll try our best to let you in. Being a newcomer must be difficult and all, so I hope this town's hospitality will make you feel right at home. We'll even take pictures and post them all over your wall."

You thank her generosity and hope so too. You can look at white walls for so long.

With the small talk over, you reach her room. It has what you'd expect: bed, closet, drawer, books, a large mirror on the wall, more family and community pictures, a calendar with dates circled and crossed over. Claire sits beside you on the bed. You feel her skin against yours, her eyes giving you a curious look. You notice how her attention goes to your penis, like it's a magical creature.

She gives you a small, nervous but excited smile.

"So, how do we do this ritual?"