Half an hour later they had all showered and dressed of sorts. Julie put on a large t-shirt which barely covered her bottom and Jeff and Alistair wore...just a shirt. Jeff had commented when Julie went to put on a pair of panties that he wanted to see her in just a t-shirt and she told him that she would dress as he had wanted her to provided the men wore something that just covered their tops. They sat up for a while drink wine and chatting. Julie sat on the settee between the two men. After a. He turned to the cable guy. “What’s left to do?” “You could live there in a couple of days. The studios, maybe another week.” “So we’ll keep the girls here till the weekend.” The cable guy left and Hubby let me down so that we could eat and eventually get to bed. We had a hell of a night because he expected me to really show him what I could do. Until then I’d been kind of careful when he was at home because I didn’t want him to be curious about my new sex drive. Now he knew there were no. “What is it?” I asked “Is my hair wild or sticking straight up or something?” He chuckled. “No, that’s not it at all. You just look so different. I can hardly believe it’s you.” I shrugged and pondered what he'd said about suits being bad. "What other ways, besides being restrictive, are suits bad?" I asked. "They give people the wrong impression." Bryan said setting a tumbler with golden whiskey and ice in it before me. "Take me for instance, one would think I was a wealthy business man by. I am six foot tall and a little heavier than I want to be but I have a good build. Allison will tell you I am a very good looking man. She tells people she was saving marriage for me. Rich and I are built about the same, including our junk. Although he may be a little wider than I; we both sport a respectful seven inches. While we recuperate we snack, Allison and I drink some more have some more pot too. Allison and Rich start to talking about their past. I was hanging on their every word. I.