“It’s OK Mike. He’s with me,” Danea said as she walkedup and gave me a big kiss slipping her tongue into mymouth.She led me to...a small table toward the back of theroom. The room was filled with t-girls. Sexy outfitsand celebrity impersonators were everywhere. The lightsdimmed and the show began. Cher sung a couple of songsand she was followed by Whitney Houston. The acts wereamazing. It was impossible to tell the differencebetween the acts and the real thing.Danea. My mind played with the fantasy and we fucked for several strokes. The thought of my lover's fantasy filled my head and we played with it. She teased us, full of cum and maybe pregnant. I held her, slowing my pace, my nose brushing hers, my voice soft in her ears."Did you really go off the pill?"She slowly nodded, "Please, please don't pull out. I love fucking like this. I usually don't ovulate until late next week." She pulled me in, wrapping her legs around me. "I so, just want to fuck. Rhoda went for her shower and also to finish what she had started when she was standing in the dining room doorway. She had gone too far and needed immediate relief before her massage. I needed a short rest and could also use a cup of coffee from Rhoda's perpetually filled urn. Carolyn gathered her robe and said she needed to go upstairs and lie down to savor the pleasant feelings still churning through her body. I told her it was a good idea. It would make her sweet dreams that much better.. But I always find I feel a little disoriented and woozy as I wake up and try and work out why it’s not morning time and why I’m not breakfasting and rushing to work. And today was no exception as I shook myself awake and tried to make sense of the quiet voices coming from our kitchen.Raucous laughter would have been understandable, a surefire marker for Charlotte’s presence visiting her best friend. Loud, slapping sounds of fucking likewise – one of our two, or possibly both of our neighbors..