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expanding tenfold. Ivo was much deluded in his assumptions that they were innocent in their lovemaking. In all probability, they would, if they chose, be able to give him a few surprises.
    Bella reciprocated, hands busy roaming over Serena’s butt, little finger teasing the entrance to her anus. She knew that drove Serena wild. This time was no exception.
    “Sigh for me, Serry,” she mumbled, mouth full of Serena’s clit, her tongue darting in and out of her slit. “Show me how excited you are. Let me show you what you do to me.”
    There was silence except for their heavy breaths as they enticed each other to ever-escalating arousal. Bella could feel she was about to “go there,” as they euphemistically called climaxing. She could tell by the way she moved that Serena was on the same knife’s edge. Time to let go, then. She deliberately relaxed into Serena’s touch, then stiffened and felt that overwhelming current grow and grow, beginning to shudder.
    She tore her mouth away from Serena, just long enough to scream softly, “Serry, oh, sweet lord, Serry. I am coming apart,” before renewing her tonguing and sensual nipping of Serena’s clitoris. She felt Serena stiffen and moan, reaching that same glorious high.
    They lay entwined, head to toe, holding each other until their shivers and sighs abated, neither wanting the moment to end. Knowing it must, slowly and reluctantly, Serena began to move away and off the bed.
    “I suppose,” she said languorously as she pulled her night rail over her head and smoothed it down, hands lingering on each breast, her hips, and her thighs as she did so, “that for one final night, I must return to my own lonely bedchamber.” The twinkle in her eyes, reciprocated by the same in the eyes of Arabella, showed how pleased they both were with the finality of that statement.
    Bella laughed as she retrieved her own nightwear.
    “And I must stay in here, but I have the benefit of lying where we lay, your own special scent to warm me, to relive how we are able to come apart so well. Wait!” A thought struck her. “Oh, Serry, I have such an idea, I do declare it is quite brilliant.” She paused.
    “Well?” Serena looked at her impatiently. “Are you going to tell me? I am nigh on ready to scream, with impatience this time. And my feet are cold. I fear I have mislaid my stockings again.” She tried unsuccessfully to tuck her toes into the hem of her thin nightgown and shivered, for the room itself was no longer warm, and the warmth generated by their activities had diminished.
    Bella threw one white stocking toward her.
    “Under my arse,” she explained with severe brevity, seeing the shiver Serena gave. “Well, we have always wanted to scream out as we pleasure each other. From tomorrow we will be able to. Knowing how we make each other come apart, I think we should use that expression as a way of vocalizing our feelings.”
    “It is rather a lot to say in the throes of passion, is it not?” Serena sounded doubtful.
    “No, Serry, for we shorten it. A simple ‘I’m coming,’ or ‘I am going to come’ will be all we need. Did not Ivo use the phrase earlier?”
    “Perfect. Therefore, I want to come, I need to come, and I came. What more can we say? All perfect.”
    Arabella nodded. “Our own personal shorthand, even if Ivo will guess. For he may realize we gained the knowledge of this word from him, but will he believe it of us? For in truth, Serry, he underestimates us greatly. Do you feel he can improve on this?” Her eyes twinkled.
    “I know not, my love. Perchance tomorrow, we will find out.”
     
     
    Chapter Three
     

     
    Ivo wondered if he would meet the girls at the allotted time, or if his actions of the previous evening had scared them away. He rather thought not; their curiosity had been palpable. His interest was rising as he remembered the looks on their faces as he fisted himself to climax. So was his cock. Luckily seated on his phaeton, he was