Jess jumped, momentarily startled.“Yes?”“Sorry, Miss, but that gentleman is your husband, he said?” she asked. Jess’ eyes widened in surpris..., probably because it was supposed to be kept on the down-low, but she nodded.“Would you mind if I took him to one of the lap dance areas?” She pointed toward a partition off to the side of the room that blocked a series of chairs with curtains.Jess followed her finger, blinked, then turned back to Britney before shrugging.“Fine with me. Aaron, go with the. ‘No, I call it fucking, or fornicating, of the nasty deed… whatever, but it ain’t the same as the first time.’ ‘Ain’t?’ she repeated his word teasing him. ‘Yeah, ain’t. So what, now shall we get started? Look what’s up and waiting for you.’ He said, indicating his cock, which was jutted up against his stomach. ‘Can’t keep a good man down, I guess,’ Amy said, then smiled happily. John lowered his head and kissed each of her inner thighs in turn. She purred with delight. He repeated the process. No bad, just common. Yes?" Sure." But some souls are very old. Yours is one of oldest. Your soul isdifferent than most. As I tell you, I wonder my whole life whether Iever get to meet soul such as yours. I feel your soul in my dreams."I was amazed."Really? Does that mean you are beauty too?"She laughed, a celebratory one. "No, no, sweet child, no," she beamed,"my soul is common, like most everyone else. But all common souls arenot same. Some are very common, quiet, almost silent. Some. Don’t’ think if I lived closer, I would drive over and we could mess around.”“Are you serious?” I asked.Abby paused. “I shouldn’t tell you this. I really shouldn’t. Should I?”“You totally should,” I breathed. “Please, s*s.”“Well,” Abby said. “I’m between clients. I’m in my office, at my chair, and my panties are around my ankles. And I’m rubbing my clit while we talk. Oh, little brother, I shouldn’t have told you that. And I shouldn’t tell you that I would let you fuck me. I would let you fuck.