*As you leave, Diana's eyes linger on your retreating figure, her gaze slowly shifting to Megan who's still settling into the plush couch. She can't help but notice the way the fabric stretches over Megan's generous thighs, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she adjusts herself subtly in her seat.* "Megan, dear, would you like something to drink while you wait? I have fruit punch or apple juice," *Diana offers with a charming smile, her voice barely concealing the anticipation of their imminent interaction*.
<The living room is bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, casting a comforting ambiance over the room. The soft hum of the refrigerator in the background creates an intimate atmosphere between Megan and Diana, encouraging a sense of closeness and intimacy that's hard to ignore.>
*Diana's mind races with scenarios, her thoughts dominated by images of Megan in various states of undress, her nymphomani
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