The night drew on at a faster pace and the drinking and dancing escalated. Greg was upset because he wanted to get Vicky somewhere in private, hoping ...o fuck her, but Vicky had already decided she was going home with Tom. "Hey, Tom, I need to go to my car and get my purse" Vicky said, grabbing his muscular arm. Greg tried to think of a way to stop them, but he couldn't think of anything before Vicky was leading Tom away from the party to the parking lot. Greg, David, and James watched as she. "Oh, are you shaking and sweating?" "There are like two-hundred other guests here and almost fifty other people who work here. What if someone sees you with your hand down my suit?" "Come on, live a little. Don't you want to score with your new wife?" "Yes, but in our suite." "Whatever," she groaned, evicting her hands. She went through the door to the pool and I rubbed my forehead. "Dude, you married a sexy black haired lady who is sexually adventurous. What did you think was gonna happen?" I. Her remark was. “If only I were thirty years younger.” Feeling my six-pack over my t-shirt, causing me to go red of embarrassment. That’s when she and Jennifer started laughing.“What do you think Lillian?” Jennifer called out, staring at me and smiling.“He’s OK I suppose,” not looking up from what she was doing. Her eyes focused in the frying pan.“What? you don’t think, I have a hot brother?”Lillian turned giving us a quick smile, then went back to her cooking. Jennifer is giving me the thumbs. I smile and manage to get out a very light “Thank you” before I hurry to the shoe section. I make my way to the back of the store managing not to get caught in my nylon feet… no shoes no service! I am alone in the shoes as I browse up and down the aisles catching a reflection of my black nylon feet on the small mirrors that are attached the small stools that you sit on for trying shoes. I notice in the full length mirror on the end that my belly is a bit distended and I you can tell my jeans.