”Alaina hugged her back fiercely, pressing her head into the other girl’s sweatshirt. Her reply caught in her throat. “I’m glad,” was all sh... managed to get out.The hug continued for another minute, but Alaina pulled back eventually. She rubbed at her eyes briefly. “I need to change out of this,” she said, gesturing to her dress.Laura’s eyes moved up and down, taking in the apparel. “That looks very elegant on you.” She smiled brightly, and Alaina felt the need to avert her eyes from the. She too was totally drunk. She was wearing a thin satin night gown. Now the room was lit only with a very dim night wall lamp. She got under the blanket and moved close to me. Now her ass was touching my dick through the smooth clothe. I placed my hand around her waist and cupped one of her boobs gently and waited. No response. I gathered a little more courage and pulled up her night gown up and placed my hand on her bare thigh. Still there was no response.Then I moved my hand up to her breast. It was all I could do to keep a straight face as the conversation turned to our neighbor's barbecue the next day while our daughter gave me a slow, sensual blowjob. All it would take, I thought wildly, would be one poorly-timed gasp, one thump against the desk, and the jig would be up. We'd be caught, we'd be ruined, my wife would divorce me - hell, my wife would murder me, I thought, eyeing the rather sharp letter opener on the side table.But a small part of my brain, a voice that was growing. "The room went silent for a minute as Lt. Cable studied her badge."Penelope?" I said aloud. "Penelope Lane? Penny Lane?" Don't say it! I had this name long before Paul McCartney ever thought of writing the song," she said.Beth kept looking at her. You could see the wheels turning in her head."Penny Lane?" Beth asked. "You were in the class before mine, weren't you?" Yes. I spotted you right away, Beth. David also. I'm guessing he spotted me about a month ago, but when he did nothing about it, I.