'We're cooking two. This is some kind of double rotisserie set, ' Jay reported. He wasn't even trying to cover his hard-on any more. He was just letting his shorts bulge as he began putting the rotisserie together. Brett was still staying behind one of the tables.
Liz glowered at Cindy. 'Gee, thanks.'
'I'm sorry, okay?' She was miserable about it, yet unable to stop being horny. Just seeing Jay aroused-- and she was pretty sure she could see hard nipples poking through the fabric of Rae's bikini now also-- was enough for her to be sure of it now. They're really going to spit-roast me!!
She realized with shame that somewhere along the way she had started quietly fingering herself. After a momentary pause, she decided, fuck it and kept going.
'So, do I ever get cooked in your fantasies?' her friend demanded.
Cindy looked away again. 'Liz, I can't help it. You look just like a lot like the girls in the Dolcett comics.' Especially your tits! It's always tits just like yours getting basted as they roast!
The girls looked around at each other. Liz wondered, 'So, who's it going to be?'
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