" I reached out and before she could react, pulled the tie on her robes and opened it wide. I tugged and let the robe drop to the floor. I saw dark ou...lines of her nipples under the wet white no-frill bra she wore. I began toweling them vigorously and she stood still as if in shock at my action. Reaching behind, I undid her bra, revealing her creamy white mounds. Her nipples stiffened and stood upright as the towel wiped her damp breasts."There, that is better," I spoke softly as my hands. A problem. How do I put this? I need a sponsor. I'm only a 6, just half a percentage point shy and I can't take Sakura with me if I can't even go. So close, Ayumi! So fucking close, Dan! Maybe I should just stay home, but that doesn't help Sakura or her mother. Not that I care much about her mother. It was her choice to leave me for that stupid boss of hers, because he was on the fast-track and all that. Sakura, however, is my fucking daughter and I refuse to see her stuck on this doomed planet. As soon as I finished the drink I said, "Lets dance."It was a fast dance I moved about thrusting and gyrating harder than before. Occasionally I would stumble and he would catch me. I must have had more to drink than I realized. I would break free of his grasp and go back to my animalistic routine. I could see his appreciation in his pants, they were tented out as his apparently big prick strained against the fly. Now I was even more confused at his lack of confidence. I thought well, good he. The sounds of an opus broke into the room. Karla stopped, and looked up at Tom in inquiry. “My phone,” he gasped. She released her hold on him. “Don’t you think you should answer it?” “Why? Nobody’s going to call me.” “It’s your wife, darling. You should answer it. And I want to hear.” “Karla,” he began to protest. “Answer it,” she said firmly, “And put it on speaker. If you don’t, we’re done here.” Tom reached for his phone and pressed the button to answer. With the press of another button,.