“Matilda, we don’t close for another forty minutes.”“There’s no one out there,” she pleaded. “And ... oh my god, I need it. I’m drippi...g.”Carlotta peeked out of the pantry door; Matilda was bending over the prep table, lifting her skirt to show that she was telling the truth.She was telling the truth.Jason smiled, and unbuckled his pants.“Okay,” he growled. “But we have to be quick.”Carlotta lay onto the sack of flour that Jason had napped on just a few days ago, and got herself off once more,. Brad tried to be casual, saying that he guessed it sounded all right to him."Well," Helen murmured, "if it's really okay with you, Arnie, I suppose Christy might as well stay at your place. It would be awfully cramped for the three of us in that motel..." Say no more!" Arnie ended the discussion. "Christy's my guest. Now let's eat, drink and be merry. Everybody'd better, as long as I'm paying for this dinner."It turned out to be a grand evening. Arnie insisted that Christy have as much wine as. Tonight will be your time for fun.It was still a little early for dinner, so I lay on the bed for a while and watched TV before showering and getting ready to go out for the evening. I don’t know what I was watching because my mind was still racing with lurid thoughts of my first ‘official’ erotic and sexual massage. An hour of trying to concentrate on TV still couldn’t corrupt my thoughts. Massage was all it knew. A cold shower was due soon to cool me off. It worked, but only as long as I was. .” Joel said.“I got to get my kids from school. I can drop you off on the way to picking them up.”Joel then realized he fucked someone else’s woman and she had kids. Joel didn’t mean to, but he broke his own rule: “Look but don’t touch.” Although Tammy was very inviting of it all.“Let’s go,” Joel said simply.Joel got into the car with her. They sped off.“Tammy, I got a question."“What?"“Why? Why exactly did we fuck each other? You have a family. I held on to my feelings for you for years...”.