The Summers Drive preview
Added 2020-01-08 16:56:18 +0000 UTCHe spared a moment to take in the sight of Emma and Jean’s semi-naked bodies. Emma with her subtle tan, her golden hair, her black stockings underscoring her long legs and the miles of bare skin that rose above her firm thighs, pure sex, from her shaven pubis to her chilly aristocratic features. Jean with her pale skin, dusky freckles, bright red hair framing her gorgeous face, button nose, easy smile, wide sultry eyes giving an edge of sexuality to an otherwise adorable visage.
Dangling between his thighs, his limp prick surged in readiness, growing firm but not yet raising up into the air. Scott ignored it. While Jean and Emma were still as statues, lost in their psychic duel, he went to the stove and turned off the burner, then slid the skillet into the sink and turned on the water. The hot metal hissed with white clouds, but at least he’d caught it before the smoke alarm went off. That just left the matter of Jean and Emma.
He went to Jean first, put his big hands on her curvy body, and eased her forward. It was a measure of how much Jean trusted him at a core level that she went unresistingly, walking forward as if hypnotized while her mind remained locked in telepathic battle. Then he went to Emma, pushing her into the center of the kitchen so she was directly across from Jean. It was gratifying to know that she trusted him as much as Jean. If even Captain America had tried to manhandle the powerful telepaths as he just had, their psychic defenses could’ve crushed his mind.
He took hold of Jean’s left hand and Emma’s right. He placed them both at waist height, off to the side of the two women. Then he laid his manhood across their palms. Its fat ten inches easily dwarfed both their slender hands.
