‘My mom is dead. Do you want some pants?’ ‘Um, sure. That would be very nice. Thank you, Grace. Maybe you should wake up your father.’ ‘I kn...w where the pants are.’ She ran off and returned several minutes later with a pair of her father’s sweat pants from the hamper in the laundry room. Her eyes widened again as Claire peeled off her coat to reveal a red silk top and red panties. ‘I know,’ Claire said with a shake of her head. ‘Men. You don’t have something like a a sweat shirt, do you?’ Grace. I actually had several videos of them. Barney, the asshole who was supposed to be my best friend, was on tape no less than seventy-eight times. His wife was going to love those tapes when I finally got around to dumping Denise.The one thing that I could never understand was all of the sex, love and affection that I got from Denise even as she fucked other men by the dozens. It must have been a guilt thing is all I can figure.During that same year I was doing what I could to quietly dispose of. I flopped onto the bed between the two women who now seemed more than willing to play a different game.We shared a three-way kiss: all our lips and tongues in contact with one another. I lay back, and Claire positioned one of her breasts over my mouth as Ellen slithered down my body dragging her tongue. I sucked and got sucked on. Ellen didn't just suck cock, she worshipped it with her mouth, her tongue, her entire body. She brought me to a standstill; the sensations she created were so. I tried to put what I just saw out of my mind. I asked Tempe to lead the way and point out the things I just finished pointing out to her in case Dave sent her on an errand without me.We finally made it back to Dave's office. We stood in his receptionist's office and Tempe held out her hand for her dress. I gave it to her and asked the girl at the desk if we should go in.She shook her head and said, "Someone's in there with him. I think you should take a seat and wait out here."That's certainly.