But, I was not going to disappear. I was at the least going to be a thorn in their collective sides for the duration. Oh yeah. I was about to call her... and tell her what I was thinking and what I intended to do about it, but, then she took matters into her own hands: she showed up at the warehouse, at lunch time.“Whaddya say, David, let me take you to lunch?” she said. I stared at her as at an apparition, a ghost. There’d been a time when she would show up at the warehouse at lunch time maybe. The first time I saw her in her in her cocktail waitress uniform I damn near had creamed in my jeans. It was a black tuxedo style jacket with tails just past her cute buns. The bottom was a black satin pair of Brazilian cut pants. More like a swim suit bottom. It had full frontal coverage, nothing on either side at the waist and just enough in the back to maybe legal in Ipanema. The top was a fake dinner shirt that velcroed behind her neck and across her lower back. The jacket covered her arms. Rebecca laid back down on the couch. After they left, Rebecca went to take a shower. Walking down the hall she stopped in front of their bedroom. Pushing the door open she replayed what she seen last night. Standing next to the bed Rebecca pressed her hand against her pelvis. Closing her eyes she seen Megan laying with her legs wide. Her tits swaying like waves as Bob fucked her. Bringing her other hand up she rubbed her stiff nipples. Unable to take it any longer she pulled her night gown off. I should have realized when he invited me that he would expect sex after. I lead down next to him and he leaned in and started kissing me. His lips were very soft and he tasted great. He wore too much cologne and I was sort of intoxicated by the smell. His hands moved from the sides of my face to my neck, then down to my chest. He slid the straps of my dress to the side and reached behind for the zipper. I didn't wear a bra underneath, so my 34C boobs were revealed the second he pulled it down..