We lit a bowl and passed it around. It was, indeed, very good stuff. My wife and Melisa would intake some smoke, then blow it into each other’s mout...s. Their tongues would dance together as they did this. My pheromones went into overdrive. The weed and the show had me oozing control. ‘Different music I think.’ My wife said when we had finished. She selected a playlist developed by one of my club’s DJs. It was labeled ‘classic stripper tunes.’ Motley Crue banged out ‘Girls, Girls Girls’. You. We remained motionless for a long time. Our eyes were joined, in recognition of a unique sharing. =============================================================== All the way back to LA I was in a daze. I had to pinch myself to believe that this day had been for real. How could such a thing happen? Was it all a dream? Well of course it was not! But how could I rationalize this with my life — this was my immediate boss and the wife of my CEO! It’s all very well on a yacht to think of oneself as. Bobby agreed to move in and told Jean to warn Barbara that there would be some ladies staying over. Jean laughed and said Barbara was used to strange things going on.George met them as Jean was serving the prawns in the dining room. Over the food, he told them what he was going to do." Bobby, your approach was mostly right, but from what I can tell, my theory says that you do your immersion and then taper off, starting to switch back to 'normal' for longer periods. Now this is all guesswork but. It was a nice cozy feeling for girl-talk.Finally she leaned back so her head was against the far end of the sofa and I pulled my legs up so we were lying parallel. She idly fondled my toes and I did the same with hers. We continued a languid conversation. Phyllis casually raised her foot over my leg and left it on top of my thigh. Then she did a funny thing, she slipped it between my legs and extended her leg. She pressed against my mound with the sole of her foot and I jumped."Oh, sorry!" she.