"Bridget took her hand away and moved in front of Bill. She hooked her fingers inside of the waistband of his pants and underwear and pulled them down...past his knees and off each leg. She glanced over her shoulder to see where the movie was. She and Jill were in the car on the way to the mall. She climbed back on the couch next to Bill. When she saw herself go into the furniture store she leaned over and kissed the head of Bill's dick. Then she started to lick it as if it was a Popsicle. A loud. I’d left them on my bed when I went to the bathroom in my pyjamas and came back to my bedroom. My erection was already up rock hard in anticipation of a good hard masturbation session. I opened the door and there sitting on my bed, browsing through my magazines was Louise. She was in a long nightdress but sitting with her legs folded up so I could see all of her bare legs up to her bottom. I stopped in my tracks! My magazine was open at a centrefold picture of a mature brunette woman standing. I had no idea where we were going and didn't give a damn either. All I cared about was I was with Jason and he was with me."Unbutton your blouse and take it off." I... I beg your pardon?" Take off your blouse now, or get out. Which is it to be?"What a dumb assed question."The ahhh the blouse." I thought as much. Take it off and hand it here."I never recalled having problems with my fingers before, but I sure as hell did then. For some reason it felt like I was the possessor of ten thumbs, all. Part frug, part monkey, part jerk and mixed with other unknown dances of the last ten years, even laced with liberal doses of the Bat-tusi, we ruled the dance floor for those four minute segments each weekend. It was our song, and it made all the sense in the world to us. ‘All of the guys just stand and stare she’s got everything I ain’t got a dime but she don’t care I got everything’ It fit like a glove. *** It all went bad very fast. I felt Cathy start to act different. She wasn’t the bubbly.