Lestrade had hardly left when the next visitor arrived. John still had cum dripping down his leg when they heard the bell.
Within a minute Molly stood in the kitchen shedding her dress.
"I've been to Christmas dinner at my granny", she said, "Now make me forget all about it!"
Of course they both complied. Sherlock eagerly embraced a new, tight toy. John was happy that this would mean some rest for his aching bum.
They put her on the bed and relieved her off her wet knickers and see-through bra.
She eagerly straddled John and slipped down his length. After just a moment she leaned forward and let Sherlock push in, almost without resistance.
She sighed, "I wore a butt-plug during dinner. Tradition. Only thing that keeps me from going bonkers".
Both her lovers involuntarily snapped their hips at this mental image. She dropped her jaw and bawled.
This version of Molly was amazing. When in control she was a thing of absolute beauty.
The boys did their best at wiping the resent Christmas memories from her brain.
John was treated to a marvellous view of bouncing breasts.
Molly babbled and begged.
She came like a banshee.
"Next time we'll ask Lestrade to stay", John thought, "She would probably enjoy it even more if all her orifices were kept busy."