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short butch style of his friends. He and Jacob had taken quick showers. Now they were waiting for Carolyn to return to the kitchen after her shower. He looked over to see her emerge from the hall. The towel she’d wrapped around her head was beginning to loosen. She lifted her arms to right it. An annoyed scowl passed over her lips as she removed it from her head. She threw the towel over her shoulder and began to run her fingers through her wet hair. Her hair fell below her shoulders, and there was nothing exceptional about it. It was a run-of-the-mill dirty blonde, almost brownish color, sort of mousy. Every time he’d seen it, it had been pulled tightly back from her face. It fell loosely now. Even though it was wet and stringy, he could tell it would be full and wavy when it dried. In his mind he pictured it spread out on a pillow, soft and shining. His fingers tingled with the desire to touch it. He wanted to thread his digits through it and pull her head back to expose her neck. He wanted to bury his nose in her hair and breathe deeply before he nipped and kissed her neck. He pulled himself out of the fantasy. She was here and the reality of her presence was better than anything he would imagine.
    Jacob crossed the room and took Carolyn’s hand. “Feel better now?” He caressed her knuckles with his thumb.
    “Yes, I do, thank you.” She smiled just a little shyly.
    “You look good enough to eat. I’m glad I saved room for you,” Milo said. He took her other hand and touched it to his lips. Women told him that he didn’t have a romantic bone in his body. They told him that sometimes he got too rough. He’d asked Jacob to help him with that today. Carolyn blushed. He was beginning to like that about her. He could tell that he was affecting her.
    Jacob lifted her and put her on the table. “I’ve saved room, too. Now we have to set the table just right.”
    Her color deepened.
    “Looks like it’s set pretty good right now,” Milo said. His length began to harden.
    “It sure does,” Jacob agreed.
    “What am I supposed to do?” she asked.
    “Just do as we tell you,” Milo said. She flashed him a look. “You know what I mean…what Jacob said earlier.” It was his turn to blush. He didn’t want to upset her.
    “Here, let me help you with that,” Jacob said as he took the towel from her shoulder. He loosened the towel around her torso. It slipped down her back and onto the table. He straightened the wrinkled folds. He stood back and admired her body. Blood began to rush to both of his heads.
    “She looks so good. I can’t wait to get my hands on her,” Milo said. His hands itched to touch her skin. It looked so soft. It was slightly pink from the shower.
    Jacob folded the towel in his hands, forming a comfortable pillow. “Lie down, Carolyn, and put your head on this.” She leaned back. He clasped the back of her head near her neck, giving her support. He squeezed the hair at the nape of her neck, making her neck gently arch. He growled. He placed the towel under her head. “Are you comfortable?”
    “Yes,” she said breathlessly.
    “Good, just relax. We’re gonna take care of you,” Milo said. “Lift your legs and put your feet on the table.” She hesitated. “Come on now. Do as I say,” he teased and was gratified when her legs rose. He squeezed her hand.
    They stood on either side of her. She looked from one to the other expectantly with just a bit of trepidation showing in her eyes. Each of them smiled, and she visibly relaxed. Jacob took her hand, Milo followed Jacob’s lead.
    Milo was trying to match Jacob’s movements. As far as he was concerned, he wanted to get down to her cunt and start sucking, but Jacob had warned him about rushing. His lips brushed her knuckles. He turned her hand over and gently pressed his lips into her palm. She moaned. He nipped the soft flesh between her thumb and index finger. She jumped. His tongue soothed the flesh he’d just nipped. “Did that