[ Both of those suggestions--or all three, as it might be--leave Caleb's mouth dry and his dick very interested. Shaking his head, he turns enough to press a fleeting kiss to Fjord's temple. He'd do the same for Molly, but perched over his lap, she's just a little too far away. But he can do other things for her. He dips his fingertips inside her just enough to wet them before he uses them to circle her clit, slow and light, intended to be more teasing than gratifying. ]

You are spoiling me, both of you. What you propose, Fjord, is probably possible. And it is, ah...appealing. To me. [ It would feel as good for Fjord and Caleb as it would for Molly--a tangible grind against each other inside her. ] But I think the latter option, for today. I would like to remain between you.

[ Selfishly, perhaps. ]