The night wore on. Candy relieved Daphne, who retired to the dressing room to catch her breath, count her tips, and repair her makeup for her next per...ormance, half an hour from now. She slid the folded bills from her waistband, unfolding and smoothing them flat on her makeup table. In the past hour, she?d earned another two hundred dollars, making a grand total of $1,200 for the seven hours she?d been dancing. At Dancing Divas, the dancers decided their own schedules, but they had to notify. "Phone your husband. Tell him that you had too much to drink at the corn roast and you won't be coming home," she said and chuckled. "Tell him you're staying with me and hopefully he'll wonder what is going on."Dawn was too weak to sit up so she simply took the phone from Sarah. She was virtually in a trance when she dialed the number and nothing registered until her husband answered. They chatted for a couple of minutes and luckily Dawn managed to make her husband believe Sarah's lie. She was. And we found reasons to visit each other, even if they were lame. Hey come on, we’re family. We don’t need a reason, do we? Actually, we sort of did, because by that time Martin was married to Monique. She put up with me and I tolerated her. That’s as close as we ever got. But he absolutely adored her, because… Well, because he didn’t know any better, I suppose. My brother never had the best of luck with women, so as soon as one came along that gave him the time of day, he fell for her. And. .. no!", I stammered, reaching tentatively out to stroke one of Penny's hard young tits through her T-shirt "Jeez, I don't mind if it's okay with you, babe." Great!" giggled Jessica. "Why don't you start by making love to Penny while I watch!"I was totally amazed by my girlfriend's shameless suggestion, but Penny's hot little hand on my hardening cock told me that I had not been hearing things. Jessica was dead serious... and so was Penny.As Jessica lay back and watched, Penny grabbed my hand.