“I love a girl with ink you know…” Lena said softly, tracing a finger down Widowmaker's exposed back, admiring the intricate design of the angular spider tattoo. “Do you like this one too?” Widowmaker asked, raising her arm and feeling Lena stretch up onto her toes, resting her japanese chin on Widowmaker's shoulder to get a look at the sleeve tattoo. “Depends, what does it mean?” Lena asked, her hands caressing over Widowmaker's hips. Widowmaker turned her arm this way and that, letting Lena see both sides as she enjoyed the sensation of her warmth pressed to her back, “It says ‘araignée du soir, cauchemar’, evening spider, nightmare.” “Mm…” Lena hummed softly as she rested her head lightly against Widowmaker's, eying the tattoo quietly. “It’s a play on an old French saying,” Widowmaker continued, drawing out the moment, “In short it was said that to see a spider in the evening was considered lucky… But not so if you see me.” “I dunno… I feel pretty lucky…” Lena said, squeezing Widowmaker softly who let out a soft little laugh. “You’re too kind Lena,” she spoke softly as she reached up, easing her outfit over her shoulders and letting it slowly fall down her sides. With a warm smile Lena took a half step back and, as cumshot Widowmaker freed herself from the tightness of her suit, she helped by working the bobble out of her impressively long hair, running her fingers through the length of it so it cascaded down her bare back like a purple waterfall. As Widowmaker’s outfit pooled on the floor around her ankles, Amélie stepped out, nude save for the gloves which she now removed, placing them atop her other clothing as she looked over at the watching Lena, tilting her head curiously. “Are you going to shower fully dressed?” She said a little teasingly as Lena couldn’t help but stare at her revealed body, eyes flickering over every curve and line. “Ah, right, no.” Lena laughed a little, blushing and smiling sheepishly as she too undressed, placing her civilian clothes in a heap alongside Amélie’s now discarded outfit. As she did Amélie padded barefoot towards the spacious shower unit, using a small device she kept nearby to play some music as she switched on the water, crossdresser the sound not dissimilar to the familiar symphony of rain against a window that she loved so much. Holding her hand under the stream of water she subtly adjusted the temperature, warming it slightly knowing that what would normally constitute a hot shower for her, with her adjusted biology, would likely be quite cool for Lena. As Amélie stepped cautiously into the shower unit, the large overhead head raining the steaming water down atop her she heard Lena behind her, her voice uncharacteristically uncertain as she stepped forward, following her in. “You know… I wanted to talk about something love…” “Yes?” Amélie replied as she turned to face Lena, the pair amateur of them stood under the steady stream of water, Amélie’s eyes tracing water droplets down over the girl's lithe form, watching as they flowed between her perky breasts. “It’s about today… Something that’s sort of been…” Lena glanced down for a long moment, then back up, her eyes searching, “Weighing on me, y’know?” Amélie nodded but remained quiet, reaching out to place her hands on Lena’s hips, the girl's own hands coming to rest on her forearms, their faces close, their voices quiet. “Why… Why do you do the things you do? The missions, with Reaper and that…” She bit her lip and glanced down again, gently squeezing Amélie’s arms, “I just… I just always thought you were Solo this villain, but you aren’t like that, you’re… You’re…” She searched for the word. “Nice?” Amélie smiled gently. “Yeah, exactly that…” Lena said softly, returning the slight smile. “This may surprise you but… We aren’t that dissimilar,” Amélie started, caressing her fingers over Lena’s smooth silky skin, “what we do…” She thought for a moment, about Reaper and Sombra’s motives, “...What I do, is for the betterment and strength of humanity. Through any means.” “I'll be in with drinks in a minute.” I told her back as she scampered off. “That’s amateur it!” Yavara snarled, “Fuck me like you want to kill me!” His wife wore a strapless white dress with black and white stiletto ankle shoes, her legs, arms, and shoulders already bare. *”Sorta yeah, I mean if you think of God as an idea, you could make the case that he’s made up, just in our imagination but you could also make the case that many ideas have come to fruition, so maybe ideas come from a place of knowing, not a thought, but all thoughts, every thought, flowing around everywhere, through everything. Between five, it's fantastic." Telling a couple of men to get up, we sat Karen down so that she could relax. At that moment, I saw Jamie passed by and decided to follow her. She finally turns around. He waited for the water to slowly fill up the tub. “Yeah, I know what you mean, I’ve been thinking about you all evening,” I told her as we left, sneaking back to the party. They remained squeezed shut. Abigail was pretty Solo cute and had a nice body, and if his sister was allowing it to happen, he was not about to deny that chance. They were crossdresser sat in the middle of a disused bandstand smoking from a large blunt that Zapper had procured from somewhere and Abby relaxed as she took a long drag. Very sexy milf for sure! I step out of the shower japanese and grab my towel again to start drying off. I'm masturbating to you now and letting out all of my juice. It’s my cock, my knob, my Little Kevin, my prick and right now it wants to prick something, someone. You will be rewarded well for your service to me.” she explained. Momo came downstairs and stretched, groaning in joy at the feel of fresh air against her bare skin. Sure, there was a frigid downpour cumshot outside and I had cut myself shaving, but neither of those could ruin my mood. After a minute or so they progressed to rubbing my clit and finger fucking me. Couldn’t this wait until tomorrow?”