Multiple alarms are going off again. I'm washed with alternating waves of fear and relief. 'You've fucked this royal Dave. You are just another asshol...e.' I tell myself.Mr. Johnson says, 'She likes girls. Three way!' Yeah I'm a fuckin' horny asshole. My inner Feminist angels are clubbing Mr. Johnson, screaming... 'Molly is so vulnerable, don't you dare hurt her. Find her a job. Get her out of here.'On the other hand, her interest in women is a relief. Maybe she won't cling to me as the new. “Let’s hit the road,” he called out to her. He towered and came out dressed“I’ll check the map while you’re dressing,” he told her.He scooped, up his bills from the sock and put them back in his coat pocket. Suddenly, he noticed the wealth of South Africa lying on the bedside table. This was the first time he had known Paulette to take off the stone. She was still in the bathroom. He kept looking at it, trying to count the carats. He looked again. That. Soon I felt his hands slide to my waist and he pulled me back against him. He held me there for a moment, maybe waiting to see if I protested at all, then started pushing harder against my ass. As I couldnt get my hands around behind me because of the people on both sides, I just gyrated a bit more to the music, pushing my ass up against him, and moving it slightly up and down. As we were doing this little dry hump thing, my pussy was starting to get wetter and wetter. But it was too loud to. She was reluctant at first, but she accepted. So I said that I went to make some shopping and then Arlene dropped by to tell you something… and seems it happened the way we planned”“But why you did that, Leane? I almost thought you would kill me if you get us two doing it!”“I won’t, honey. I am sorry I didn’t tell you, but I couldn’t kill the surprise. And anyway, I watched it all and you seemed to like it, don’t?”“Er…”“I know you did, Rob. Don’t lie to me…”“Well… sorry…”“Leane, want to join us.