During the first song of the second set Sarah’s hand brushed against my leg. At first it was an occasionally brush, but by the third song her hand w...s perched inches above my knee.I wasn’t sure if her hand placement was intentional or not, but nobody else noticed it and I tingled at the thought she was hitting on me. Midway through the third song she gently cusped my hand for around 10 seconds, before sliding her hand back under the table towards my knee. This time while she began caressing my. When it was off I looked in the mirror and saw myself inPatty's bra. I knew this was a pretty bad thing to do but I couldn'tcontrol myself. I mean, we were supposed to be each other for the timebeing weren't we? I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra. It wasa bit hard but when it was off it felt good to have Patty's breastsfree of their restraints.I looked at Patty's breasts in their full glory. Not bad at all. Istarted to rub myself. I couldn't help it. I just wanted to know whatit felt. That alone took fifteen thousand miles off both their odometers."Mirabelle needs someone to help her through the rough spots. As you saw with me, although we're great travelers who can easily cover long distances, that particular Highway offers some rather unique challenges." I know what you mean." And we don't like to travel alone," Mirabelle chimed in. "At least, not completely alone." Mirabelle needs someone to watch over her," Sally said, firmly wresting the conversation back. "Someone who. They were just flirting with her alittle like young-virile men that they are and she gotupset. She is always like this so uptight about herselfand her fuckin’ stupid ideals. I just stood therelooking like a moron. Jake, one of my colleagues, sawthat I was upset and took me to a corner and tried tocheer me up, “Oh c’mon BL, wives are like that. Mine isas fucked up too.” Marcus, another guy from work,joined us too and added his opinion, “Nah bro, thesedamn women need.