The gown looked very short on Amelia, coming up well above her knees. As many nice qualities as Megan had, she was a little volatile and prone to outbursts if she didn’t get her way. “Clark, yes, oh my God, yes,” Amelia moaned back as she placed her hands on my hips. I gazed down at Amelia’s gorgeous body, motionless only a few minutes ago, shivering in anticipation of what was to come. I hated to imagine how shocking it must have been for her to walk in and witness Megan and Justin in the middle of their act. I wrapped my arms around Amelia’s back and hugged her close, enjoying the feeling of her large, round breasts pressed into my chest. My arms slid down Amelia’s back, coming to rest on her hips. I couldn’t imagine what might be the matter, but it definitely sounded serious. I looked over at her as she slowly forced herself to eat.
