I guess we did grow apart when I started adulting.“Whatever you say,” Mark chuckled.The car pulled up to the restaurant, and I could see Mrs. Olse... and her assistant Jeffrey standing out front waiting. She looked annoyed as usual and Jeffrey was busy playing on his phone.Mrs. Olsen (a.k.a. Cynthia) looked like your traditional trophy wife. She had long straight blonde hair, big fake tits, and an incredibly toned body for a woman her age. Especially a woman that has already given birth to two. Hope you enjoy!Alan walked into the room and his eyes took in the scene before him. Jenny was laying naked on her back blindfolded by a scarf , her hands tied by another scarf above her head. On top of her was Vicky, also naked, touching her body, her hands roaming everywhere, her mouth working on Jenny's tits, licking them all over, sucking the nipples until they were as erect as thimbles and bursting from Jenny's body. Both womens legs were spread wide, Vicky spreading Jenny's legs with her. That sounds more boring than it is, because I found a small club where (among others) a small lesbian troupe was performing once a month, and they didn't disappoint. When I saw them the first time, I was curious about the large female proportion of the audience, and about seeing many of them dressed and made up even more colourful and exotic than the actresses. Aside from that, some also had no problem attending topless. All of that felt good to me.The show itself was incredible. It was a. He lived in a room down the hall from me, and he was very reclusive. He worked as a dishwasher, and except for coming and going to and from his job, he was hardly ever seen by anyone. Friday nights were his only night out. He would leave the dorm in the evening, all nattily dressed, proudly sporting his gay leather hat, and a bow tie. He would come back in the wee hours, stumbling down the hall, occasionally talking loudly to himself.I wondered if he would be interesting in helping me out,.