We took him up on the offer. We mostly went because there was a strip club in Jacksonville we wanted to visit. This was the same friend whom I attende... another strip club with in South Carolina.Anyway, this place was a little more conservative about dress. Sweat pants and shorts were banned. They preferred standard pants. I actually never had a problem with this before. Having a "dance" feels a lot better for the guy, and even the girl with basketball shorts or sweatpants. I think the owner. After a few minutes of silence, Avanna poked her head through the door, clearing her throat to get my attention. I met her gaze, embarrassed by her obvious sympathy. I wonder how much of that she heard.“Everything all right?” she asked.I nodded.“Need anything?”I shook my head.“You know where to find me.” She smiled at me and popped back outside, leaving me alone with my unconscious husband. Again.Watching my husband lie there, unresponsive, slowly worsening, was, without a doubt, the worst. By this time I had what can only be described as an iron hard cock! I decided to see just how far she was willing to let this go. I slipped a hand under her towel and searched out her breasts. I could feel her nipples harden as my hand brushed against them, again bringing moans of delight from her. I began squeezing and fondling each breast in turn, convinced that at any moment she'd break the embrace and say that it was all a mistake. She didn't. I now knew that I could take this to its. She introduced her daughter-in-law Amanda Wynn and her grand daughter Kammie Wynn. Amanda was married to her son Karl who was out with her husband Steve. Steve owned the land and cabin where they ran an outfitting business. Amanda had a Glock in a shoulder holster and a bolt action rifle slung over her back. Kammie had a revolver on her hip and was holding a single shot shotgun that had a rifle barrel on top of it in an over/under style. There were shotgun shells in the shoulder strap hanging.