After that Friday, the place to be was the gym, orthe "club" as people were calling it. I assumed it was an abbreviationof "Top Performers Club". Our ...orkout clothes had changed again. Ourdance instructor told us that shorts made it hard to manoeuvre so we didaway with them and started to dance in our bras and panties...or whatshe insisted on calling a two-piece leotard. We were allowed to wear awrap for the first little while. It covered our bottoms and thigh-highstocking tops and protected. When the long hours began, Paul’s complaining began as well. She was generally unavailable, and when she was, she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep. Since she wasn’t at his disposal anymore, and she couldn’t dote on him every spare moment she had, he grew antsy, and broke it off. Not that it was a great loss. The sex was mediocre at best-he was like a machine, the same thing EVERY time, and she could only get off on her own, so, like her job, what was the point really? Still,. ‘Yeah, well, that’s what I get for living with a state trooper,’ Beth said, trying to make a joke. ‘Anyway, I’m sorry to have to break the news, but I thought you should know.’ ‘No, no, I’m glad you told me,’ Dani said. ‘Is there-‘ She broke off, not knowing how to finish the question. ‘The funeral’s going to be tomorrow afternoon,’ Beth said, answering what Dani hadn’t asked. ‘His stepmother’s arranging it. It’s at the funeral home on Cottage Street in South Portland.’ ‘I’ll be there,’ Dani. She looks at each of us with her bedroom eyes, her eyelids heavy, and then in a husky voice says, “Why don’t the two of you come and stand in front of me?”We both go around to her front. My cock has softened, but Rohan’s is still semi-hard. We crowd close to her, our pricks inches from her soft plump lips. Shweta puts a hand on each of our hips and nudges Rohan and me closer until our hips and legs touch. My cock twitches at the feel of his warm skin against mine, and I sneak a peek at his.