"Do not fear the energy," Sunny said, sliding a hand along an inner thigh and subtly adding pressure, encouraging Sheila to widen her thighs. "I love your pussy trim. It's very much like mine." Sheila and the men watched Sunny drag a finger along the pencil-like line of hairs at the apex of her loins. "Are your labia always so full?"
Sunny's singsong tone mesmerized. Sheila shook her head. "No."
"She must be tight?" The question was directed to David.
"She is. Very." He stared at her with what Sheila thought was pride. "I've never seen your nipples so elongated. Do they ache?"
Sheila nodded. She reached for his hand to cover her right breast. A large chocolate brown hand moved to cover the rise of her left breast, spreading warmth. She swallowed hard, trying not to overreact.
"You have a full heart," Marlin announced solemnly. "There is much love." He nodded at David. "She has sufficient love. She will bring much pleasure."
Sheila shuttered her eyes. Once again, she had that feeling of undergoing some sort of test. Of course she had sufficient love. She'd agreed to marry David. And he already knew how much pleasure they could share. Didn't he?
Marlin's hand slid lower until it cupped her breast. His thumb grazed its swollen nipple. David's thumb followed suit, doing the same to the other nipple.
Unabashedly, she arched into both hands. "Damn, damn." Gasping, she settled back on the pillows. Surprised by her own spontaneous reaction, she shook her head and cracked her eyes open. Both men watched her closely. Both continued fondling her breasts, as if they dared her to stop them yet hoped she wouldn't.