Shareen pulled away from Daphne's neck to whisper something into her ear. Daphne laughed lightly against Dean's lips, and then she pulled away and pushed him roughly onto his back. The both of them decided that he was far too clothed for their liking.
"You get his pants," Daphne told the other girl, through a little bit of light laughter, as she moved to go behind Dean. She pushed him up again and pulled his shirt over her head. Daphne wrapped her arms around his torso as Shareen began to undo his pants, and Daphne helped her to keep from pulling Dean too close to the edge of the bed as she tugged them off. Now that he was down to his underwear, Shareen moved her hands up his inner thighs as Daphne's went down his stomach, only stopping when it was in the appropriate place to cup the bulge in his underwear.