Oh. Well hey.* Anyway, I was telling you about last night. So I was thinking about you hugging me, and then I went to sleep.Just like that?* Well no. ... read a book for a bit, to distract myself, you know.Why?* Well, because I didn't want to, you know. Do that.Why not?* I told you already. It makes me feel guilty.It shouldn't. And.* Well, the book wasn't working, so I put it down, and curled up and went to sleep.What were you wearing?* What?In bed. PJs. Nightie. What?* Oh... nothing.Nothing?*. ” Alexia responded, a little taken aback, her voice uncertain. She allowed herself to be led, dripping as she walked, looking around, her long black hair sticking to her neck with the wet to another door which Emily swung open.The interior of her new bedroom was like a showroom, a double bed dominated the room with folded towels on the edge, one wall holding a large oak wardrobe, a full length mirror and a smaller desk with chair.“This is your room.” Emily smiled and pointed towards the second. But when it comes to cooking and running a house, I am fuckin’ useless,” Clem bashfully stated. After a pause, Clem then persevered, “I really need someone to take care of all those sorts of thing in my life.”After another brief pause, Clem then enthusiastically commenced making his pitch. “You can obviously cook… and fuck knows… you most definitely have better taste than me. The house will be your domain and you can redecorate and do as you please, no questions asked... Your accommodation and. I was also getting a lot of attention, surprisingly. Many of the women in the room were flirting with me, telling me how great I looked, touching my arms and chest. One husband actually pulled his wife away from me and took her back to their table when we danced together.The guys lined up for a chance to dance with my wife. I took her aside for a moment and we went into the hall for some quiet space. I kissed her. I asked her how many hands she had felt on her ass. "More than I can count," she.