***

They had a silent language all their own.

Louis worked her button and zipper blindly, focusing his mouth where Jillian's breasts crested over her demi cup. His eyes, however, connected with Harry's.

With the slightest nod, Harry unclasped the tiny hooks at her back. The man facing her slid the straps down her arms, creating a path of tingling skin in their wake. Jill's eyes fell closed.

It was no accident that his fingers repeatedly glanced her bare back as Harry undid the buttons of his shirt and skinny jeans, sighing in relief.

Jillian inhaled sharply when Harry's warm hands came over her breasts and began to knead them. Opening her eyelids, she smiled slowly at Louis.

He had managed to quietly divest himself of all clothing and now sat back on his knees, stroking his stiff length as Jill watched.

***