He wondered how the elevator ding! was still ringing in his head, then realized it was the pulse of his heart beating within.Extending her one arm and...gesturing with a wave of her opposite hand, “After you.”She followed him inside the empty elevator. At the back of the elevator was a large heavy looking mirror held within an elaborate frame trimmed with a gold design.Silently they gazed at one another using the mirror then turned into each others arms. They held each other in a tight embrace as. Nothing had worked before, so I figured I didn't have anything to loose. I was a little blunter about my request this time. I told her who it was (a friend of ours), how hard up the poor guy was and how much he was hurting and needed sex and his wife wouldn't help him and it was starting to hurt their marriage and on and on. I tried to appeal to any part of her emotions that I thought might work. When I sensed her resistance might be slipping, I also mentioned that King really liked her and. Giselle stood beyond Fawn and grabbed the strings of Fawn's bikini bottom. "Bush Beer!" With the roar of the room as accompaniment, she yanked it down, exposing Fawn completely to us all.I leaned to the side for a better look, while Fawn pulled Allen into the center of the room once again and Giselle stripped off her own g-string. Both had shaved their pubes into the ubiquitous racing stripe, but not recently, as the stubble still showed. That didn't stop them from straddling Allen's head, once. Derek replied, saying he and his buddies would be there within the hour.***There was a knock on the front door and Laney watched, from her place on the sofa, as Trixie went to answer it. "Hi Derek", the bimbo squealed, hugging her husband's best friend. "Larry isn't here. He's working late again." Her lips formed a pout, missing her handsome husband."I know", Derek said. "But my friends and I promised that we would help Laney with a problem she's having". He stepped back and Trixie could see.