Everyone: Cyndwella floats around the house like a wandering spirit and eventually comes across Samia quietly leaving Morgan’s room.
”Sammy? What were you doing in there?” Cyndwella cocks her hips and places her hands there.
”Oh I was just giving Morgan a little massage to relax her. She’s asleep now.” Samia waves dismissively.
”Of course, nobody lasts long when your silky digits get to work. She doing ok?” Cyndwella gestures to Morgan’s room by nudging her head in it’s direction.
”Very well. I think she’s decided to board here for a bit, but what of you? What are you doing out and about this late?” Samia raises an eyebrow.
”Just trying to influence folks to drop their resistance and fuck like rabbits. No bites though. Seems like everyone is going celibate.” Cyndwella huffs.
”Oh Cyndy, you mischievous little tea light. Why must you always prod people?” Samia waggles her finger.
”I just want people to be happy....” Cyndwella sniffles. “And to finish my aphrodisiac mist, but I doubt it will happen tonight.”
”I’m sorry to hear that sweetie. Give your Pharaoh wife a hug.” Samia holds out her arms and Cyndwella lazily floats into them, then buried her face into Samia’s chest. “Feeling better?”
A slew of muffled noises comes from Samia’s breasts as Cyndwella talks with her face still buried within the soft bust.
”Sammy, can I gets a massage toooooooo?” Cyndwella makes a pouty face.
”Of course my dear! Let’s go to our room.” Samia smiles.