Of course there was still the big bruiser. Husband? Lover? Brother, dare I hope?A quick check of the hands she was still examining showed no rings and...no light stripe of skin showing where a ring would reside. That ruled out a husband. Of course, bruiser could be a lover. Only one way to find out."Would you like me to call your husband or boyfriend to help you back to your apartment?" I held my breath. It had been a damn long time since I had waited so anxiously for a woman's response.Sheila. She looks me over and nods. Then we follow her to a table. She takes our order for burgers and cokes. When she comes back, she gives me a 3x5 card with the number 6 written on it. "Number 4" a voice announces over the microphone.A young girl gets up from the table next to me, and gets on stage. She is dressed in street clothes. She is nervous. The music starts. She is getting undressed! Ooh. Auditions. But she is not very good. I can do better than that. She gets down to bra and panties, and. To boli uske sath sex nai kiya kya maun bila nai. to wo boli ok or porn dekhne lagi or mae bhi dekhe laga or lund pajame me khada hone laga or wo mere lund ko dekhne lagi or dhiyan sirf porn par tha us tym to achanak mujhe laga ki koi mere lund choo raha hai maine dekha to unse apna ek hath mere lund par or dusra apni chut par rakh rakha tha to mae bolo ye kya kar rahi ho to wo boli kuch nai tumne sex nai kiya na aaj tak to aaj karna sikha rahi hu tumhe or boli ki bas dekhte raho tum or mere. Although, on the other hand, I found myself liking us being together. It was just us, and we really didn't have any other family. It wouldn't be like we had anyone that could really find out, and bust us. I got back into my bed, and undid my robe. First, I just laid there naked, and thought about my dad. Eventually, my right hand went south. My fingers found there way right between my pussy lips, and I began masturbating."Oh," I said.Well, obviously there was some attraction, why else would I.