We were really enjoying ourselves and had moved into a small side room. I had her up against the wall, and was about to move into knee trembler mode, ...when Tanya suddenly went a sickly shade of green; she pulled her mouth away from my invasive tongue, turned her head and projectile vomited half of the buffet she had consumed, all over the carpet. That put a bit of a damper on any more sexual adventures with her for the evening.I went in search of a bucket and mop and came across a couple of. Only the sounds of kitchen work and a few subdued conversations from a handful of other midnight customers.We sit at the counter on bar stools. All the vinyl seats are cracked like the wrinkled face of a very old person. The place has a natural 1950s style to it, as if the world has rushed by all around it and left this space like a kind of undisturbed tidal pool. The sidewall is covered with old photographs of what the city and the people used to be like before it became whatever it is today.. She told me my yoga pants looked good on me and I should buy them. Then she went back to the change room, and OMG, her friend went with her. They giggled some more and my imagination wondered….hoping they were playing with each other in there.Finally, I looked in the mirror at myself. My jaw dropped. The yoga pants were very tight around my pussy that it exhibited it’s actual shape looking fully puffy and swollen. Genevieve was standing next to me and looking at my image in the mirror. “ Your. All of us love you.”And at that moment, I knew what I had to do. There was only one way I could prove to Jennifer how I felt. But that was something for later.“I want your help. I promise I’ll do whatever you say, Steve. Anything!”“Well, you’ve done the first thing, and that’s admit the problem and get it out in the open. None of our friends needs to know about that. They’ll trust me when I say that you’ve opened up to me. You will have to apologize to any of them that you lied to or deceived.