I stared intently more at their assets and started wondering. What if………….WHOAA there! I shook myself back to reality. I really have to contro... my imagination. My cock, on the other hand, did not care that I was day dreaming, and was at full attention in my pants. It was aching really bad, and I was thankful that I had some bags to cover it.The ride home was uneventful. The little ones were sound asleep. And my sister-in-law, Nichole, just doesn’t stop talking. She never shut up from the moment. "You have to tell me," I said as I ran at him. "It's killing me inside." Ray looked at me with a look of pity. He knew I was desperate. "Go by the job," he said. "That's all I am telling you," he said as he walked up the stairs, and then he stared back at me. "I am sorry, but I am not a snitch, when you find out, this door will be open." I nodded back at him. Jeff had been a friend of his at one point to turn him in would go against the so-called code. I ran back to the house and found Jeff. "In here," Amy said. "Give me a minute."She stuffed herself back into her thong and opened the door to the stall as she pulled her skirt back up. She was holding two bottles of beer in her hands, and she passed on to Amy before gently pushing her back into the stall and closing and locking the door.Scarlet kissed Amy deeply, sliding her tongue into Amy's mouth almost immediately Amy kissed her back passionately, sucking gently on Scarlet's tongue and running her own along it. The two of them. Though the women on stage were a disappointment as role models, the men here were splendid. Well groomed, immaculately tailored, gentlemanly yet sexually open minded. She began to wonder if couples came to watch the show as a kind of foreplay. The thought of being on stage and somehow facilitating all of these bedroom liaisons, of titillating men and women to a point where they had to fuck each other’s brains out the second they got home… she had to admit it was something of a turn-on all by.