Or more?" I asked. "I just can't resist turning them on," she said, "besides it gets me so hot to see the bulge in their pants." "We'...ve discussed this before," I said, "you know that it is 20 whacks on your bare bottom for flirting when I'm not around." "Ohhhh noooo, come on I was just having fun, wasn't like I was sucking his dick or anything, pleasssssse, nnnnoooo," she whined. I sat down on the sofa and motioned her over, she walked up hesitantly, looking so. Except Rachel.Friday night was date night with Rachel and we’d go pick her up for a change instead of her coming to get me. And as we were getting into Em’s Prius, Rachel’s parents and brother were stopping at our house for game night. That meant... “We have the house to ourselves,” Rachel said as she kissed each of us when we came to the door. “Do you really want to go out somewhere?”“We came here for you, Rachel,” Em said. “Lead us to where you want us.”That took only a few moments to get to. And I’m sure the bartender had noooo idea what was up. (yeah right). Well the gal that got our first round, maybe. But the guy who took over. Yeah, not his first rodeo. After chatting for an hour? About the games on the tv and sharing some stories without getting too personal. The conversation turned to why we were really there. We established that we were both bi, (me curious at the moment) Both loved women first and foremost. He told me a little about his experiences in the past. I told him. Then later they played more dancing music. The music was a mixture. It was mostly the kind of music parents listen to and dance to. You know, music from the ‘80s or the ‘90s or whatever. Some of it was even older stuff. A few people were doing proper waltzes and foxtrots and whatever, but most people just shuffled around. Then they played the occasional piece of modern music as well so that was good.Dad danced with me a lot, but he also danced with Estelle and Bonnie. The brother of my friend.