He didn't smell dinner cooking. When he roundedthe corner, he saw Brooke standing there with a wry smile on her faceand holding something behind her b...ck. Confused, he walked towards herwith trepidation, and went to greet her with a kiss. As he leaned in, hecould see the table was set for dinner, but only one place settinglooked normal. The chair that he usually sat in had been replaced by alarge highchair. The place setting usually reserved for him had turnedinto a plastic plate adorned with. Before I could ask he said the plane tickets and were in here and handed me an envelope and said hotel reservations were all set. I didn't catch that he said, tickets were in here at first but he called judy in, (a new girl) and said the two of us were going. She sat down and he told us about it and told us to take our time and make sure everything got done right. After they left I called the wife and told her and said I was going to ask if she could come with, she said she would love to but. "Holy shit" was all she could say. She jerked my cock until I got nice and hard. She licked the head and sucked on maybe the top to inches, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. I laid on my back and she laid on top of me with my cock between her legs. I could feel the heat and moisture of her pussy on my cock. She reached down and rubbed the head of my cock against her tight, wet pussy and got it all wet. She shifted her weight and lined my cock up with her honey hole. She slowly pushed. I wanted to be buff.Monday morning after the dance rehearsal (which by the way I loved, loving the unique choreography of Lindy based on exaggerated gestures) the regimen began. All of us including Miwa and Helena participated in the exercises. Helena hadn't danced earlier but acted as audience and boombox operator, the avant garde music emerging from the tinny speakers consisting of Dadaist vocalizing, consonants popping and vowels elongating, and terse percussive notes. The four of us even.