At eleven forty-five Bill reappeared to escort us downstairs. Amy wasn't taking part so she joined Bob (Emma’s ex) to watch us make fools of ourselv...s!We entered the main bar, which was heaving with guys and a few girls too. Fuck me, I said to myself, what have we let ourselves in for? There was a spontaneous roar from the assembled audience, which helped settle us no end. We made our way around the room, greeting the waiting crowd. Many I naturally knew, including my next-door neighbour; now. The salesgirl who tried to help took one look at me and shook her head sadly while her eyes remained fixed on my chest. She consulted with an older clerk who made sure that no other customers or store personnel were in earshot before she suggested another establishment I might try."Now I'm not sure of the name, but it's just a couple of blocks away. It's expensive, but I've heard nothing but good things from the, ah, fuller-figured women who shop there." You mean Mr. Morton's shop? As a matter. He releases my head from his embrace and asks, “Where would you like my first load. Down your throat or up your ass?”“That depends on how many loads I can expect,” I reply.“When I get a little feller as alluring as you, I try to give up at least three if not more.”“Well then,” I reply as I maneuver down between his hairy legs towards his thick uncut cock, “let me see if I can swallow your first load.”Without hesitation, I take his entire cock into my mouth and begin to nurse. He grabs my head. I don't need Anne or Stan."The words felt hollow even as they left her lips.Stan lay in bed, turned away from Anne. He thought she was sleeping, and didn't want to wake her, but his mind was running furiously. In the end Stan got up and went to the bathroom, using the time to think.'I'm in love with Anne. That's a given, ' he thought. 'So what do I feel for Denise, and what should I do?''Well, first question. It can't be love, surely, because I'm in love with Anne. I can't be equally in love.