I think her name is Jane. I break the awkward silence. ‘Hey, did you guys crash here to last night, cause if you did I didn’t hear any of you come...in.’ ‘Yeah, bro, we did, and Doris is down stairs cooking for an army.’ She smiles nervously. ‘There is a lot of food, and hot coffee.’ Jane adds. ‘Yeah, I will be down in a few.’ I say as I shut the door. Lucy stops me. ‘By the way, I don’t think Jane would mind if you came down in what you are wearing.’ She tells me with a wink as she finally lets. More obvious was his propensity for awkward situations that tested his morals.He placed his hands just above the back of her knees. His thumbs pressed into the insides of her legs. His fingers grabbed the outsides, and he shoved up in the direction of her bulging ass-cheeks. The webbing between thumbs and index fingers squeegeed the oil up her thighs. It collected at the cusp of legs and ass, then started running down the grooves that divided legs and crotch. He watched it soak in, and darken. I want to get on the road before they get here.’ ‘Nearly ready, just need to find that old hunting knife.’ Leaning over a big cardboard box, filled to the brim with the bric a brac of his life, he rummaged around until he found it. ‘Here it is.’ Undoing his belt and threading it through the leather holder her redid his belt, the knife now attached to his side, hidden by his tee shirt and leather jacket. ‘Ready, let’s get the show on the road.’ Calling out to the woman in his bedroom, ‘Katrina,. I was wearing black bra and panties, and the guys now were all around me. My hubby was standing at a corner, watching me in action. I got up on the table, dancing like a whore, moving all the curves of my body, as the drivers, felt me up, pulling the elastic of my panties. Within two minutes, there was a knock at the door, and the guys went back to their chairs, asking me to attend the door. I opened the door to a smiling waiter, who was more than happy to see me in this state. I took the tray.
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