Gabrielle was reluctant to put the helmet on. Not because she didn't want to go or didn't like it, but because she didn't want to get helmet hair. But eventually she broke down and put it on. Lisa was a good motivation. Clinging to her wife as they drove away, she reached around and under the skirt to once again stroke the engorged clit.
Carried up to their bedroom and dressed for bed, Fleur didn't fight it at all. She wasn't used to caring for three families at once. Their own, Gabrielle's, and the parents. Snuggling up to Allyson, she had forgotten to ask how her wife's time protecting their little sisters from disturbance went. Was Allyson pregnant even now? Too tired to ask, she just went to sleep...
Mrs. Delacour fumed, standing back and refusing to help. The two little girls kept getting scared by every little noise they heard out in the dark. What were their grandfathers going to do about scary things in the dark? As soon as they heard the tent was ready, they rushed in, nearly trampling their poor brother.