. I was a spectator."After Anne brought their coffee, they sat in silence thinking about what they'd done. Stan sipped his coffee, then continued, "I'...m not very good at talking about things, Anne. So please, if this doesn't come out in a way you can understand, tell me before you turn on me, huh?"Anne smiled. "Okay! I'll give you a warning." I was wrong, Anne. I was wrong all along, but I didn't realize the depth of the feeling I had, or even understand what it was. Me and Denise, I mean.. " I answered.She looked at her watch and jumped up."Then I better get ready or we're gonna be late." She said."What about dad?" I asked."Your father has to be at the office early in the morning, he'll be off to bed soon. Besides, you're my date, remember?" She said with a wink.I waited for mom downstairs and made small talk with my father as he watched the game. Mom finally came down the stairs and she looked stunning. She was in a white mini-skirt and a matching halter-top that made her boobs. "I- I'm partial to th- the moscato personally...", she manages to sputter out.A few seconds later, the customer stops thrusting, just keeping his cock leaned all the way inside her pussy. After waiting for a few seconds, the thrusting resumes, but with an extra wave of impact on each thrust. Another customer must be fucking the ass of the customer fucking her. This second customer must've noticed the fucking because of her shriek and decided at that point to join in. The nerves in her breasts. “Have the twins arrived?” I asked.“Oui, mademoiselle.”I scanned the dance floor, searching the mass of patrons gyrating against their illicit partners, and finally spotted them. My best friend had her arms wrapped around her twin brother’s neck, and they were gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes. Very corny, but she assured me all the stupid love songs made sense once you were in love. It was quite the exaggeration, but I was still glad she’d finally found happiness. Fingers crossed that it.