Why not go and dance with them?” Ambrose looked at Em. Doing this, he got the message that he should go and have a dance. He could come back for th... floorshow. So that’s what he did. But he didn’t make it back to Em and Pierre’s table for the floorshow, because he was watching it from another one. He’d planned to return but “his” girl told him it would be more fun to watch it with her. She said her name was Giselle and Ambrose had noted that the bits of her that he could see, which were. Maryann said, “Oh my, my, you sexy man. Don’t stop, please don’t stop. You do that so good!” I undid the button to her shorts, pulled down the zipper, and Maryann scooted her shorts and panties down to the floor. Her cunt was soaking wet, my fingers easily went inside. Maryann’s knee buckled a little and she jacked off my cock a little faster. I backed her up against the vanity, and Maryann sat on the counter, spreading her legs, and told me, “Just stick it in. I want to feel that big prick in. I turned into my sister’s embrace.“A protein drink will be faster than making food,” she said. “Drink this, baby.”I took the drink from her and swallowed. I could almost feel the nutrients flowing back into my body. I hadn’t realized I was shaking.“How about toast and peanut butter?” I asked. “I need some carbs, too.”Em fixed toast, spread it with peanut butter, and held up the jar of dill pickles. I nodded. She put a slice of pickle on each piece of toast. I didn’t really need the pickle for. They were friends before I ever got married, always meeting after work and having a couple of beers. As a matter of fact, it was through Tom that I had met Doug. As time progressed, it seemed that the two of them were inseparable. In fact, Tom often spent the night, with the two of them going to work together the next morning, sharing the same car. I came home from work one day, exhausted from a day dealing with dumb customers and stupid supervisors. I needed a shower very badly. I passed by.