"Check this out!" Joe zipped, flushed, splashed his hands in the sink, then hurried out to the living room. "What?" he asked.Fred, Mitch, and Tom we...e gawking at the screen. "Look at those," Tom said, his words a little slurred from too much alcohol.Joe looked at the TV. He felt a shudder of dread - the camera was focused on the cheerleaders - and their tight sweaters. As the girls bounced and jumped, their boobs jiggled, and the guys were watching every bounce like it was the most. Bob thought he was going to explode under table when he got the vision he had been waiting for, Frankie’s skirt pulled up just enough so that he saw the lace of her hold up, he didn’t know how he stopped himself from reaching down and taking his cock out and playing with it there and then.He could feel his breathing getting heavier as his eyes fixed on the top of her leg the lace that was moving as she jiggled about still chatting on the phone.Bob knew, he had to have this woman now, and all. Its now or never Jenna, how important is your job, think of your children." He said with a sly grin. He was sure that would break her confidence."Mr. Bletch, you are a worthless piece of toad shit, even if you were good enough for me, which you ARE NOT, I would not be attracted to your little excuse for manhood. Mr. Bletch, you are no better than a two-dollar-whore." Both Mr. Bletch and Jenna were surprised by what had just been said. He looked at her with shock. She looked back, angry. His rod fell from between her loose lips down over her chin, leaving thin threads of warm white stickiness trailing behind it."Harry, darling," she mumbled thickly through the fog of the drug. "I've been waiting, waiting so long. My darling husband, come to me, come to me."Louise had been aware of the movement in the room and Harry's shadowy figure coming to her. He had come back early from the conference. He came back just to make love to her.The bitch thinks I'm her husband, Durham chuckled.