I found a very sexy set of lace thong panties and a matching bra that I knew would look great on me. I then grabbed a pair of black thigh-highs with ... sexy lace topping and headed for the self-serve checkout. There were two people in line ahead of me, so I tucked my selections against my chest hoping to hide my little secret until it was my turn to checkout. I quickly activated the register and then swiped my first item. Nothing. Then I swiped it again. Still nothing. So, I swiped it. Like I said this was a strange dream, I clearly remember the place being completely packed with people standing around but with just enough vacant chairs for my friends and I. We didn't complain, we just sat down and we each ordered a beer from the cutest waitress who, with her adorable looks and massive double D breasts, could easily have been one of the dancers. We, again as the hormone driven men that we were, began to howler and cheer as one of the dancers stepped onto the stage. She. Put another way, I love you, Rodney, and I hope you can deal with this information and be my lifelong love and husband and friend. But—I can't stop." She looked down and waited for me to respond."Huh? What? Slut? Me—deal with..." I was near speechless. My stomach was churning and I felt my eyes begin to water. I slowly rose and, unsteadily, begin to move out of the dinette and away from the worst moment of my entire life. I had no idea where I was going. I ended up in front of the front room. There was big brother snoozing away, spread out on his back, wearing those ugly Jockey shorts. There was another guy in his room on the other bed, sleeping too, so we kept quite and went over to Tom. I was about to just shake him when Jess reached and pulled his underwear down. I looked back at the room mate who was still sleeping and at the open door. Jess had Tom's dick in her mouth already slurping away. I went to the door and closed it quietly. Tom had come awake, smiling at me and looking.