The week progressed agonizingly slow for all three of them. Alex wasn't able to get together with Ang at all and he and Joan had stopped having sex on... Wednesday so they would both be more than ready for the weekend.Finally, Friday arrived. The plan was that Joan would come over right after she was done school and start to cook supper for the three of them. Alex would drive over and pick up Ang and bring her back to his place. Fortunately, Mike was out of town for the weekend yet again, giving. As he laid a dress out on the bed, she turned, setting the choker back down, and smiled, “Oh ... that’s one of my favorites...” she said, moving over to the bed. He always seemed to pick out the nicest things, but she had noticed they were starting to repeat a lot, probably why he wanted to get her some more things to wear.As he turned to leave, she did not see any panties, or bra for that matter. She held up the dress, looking over at him, a questioning look on her face, “Um ... what goes with. “Not that I don’t appreciate how nice you look. I wasn’t expecting that.”“What were you expecting?” Carter mumbled.“Just you,” Aron said simply. “I was just expecting you.”The man’s dark gaze trained on him was so intense that Carter could swear he was just going to melt to the floor or burn like a candle. His usually overactive brain was silent, probably mesmerized with Aron, too, with how beautiful and perfect the man was.“It’s okay, I will give you a hand,” Aron smiled a little too smugly. Kim’s flesh was weak and wanton. I had enough self-control that I could manipulate the situation to my best advantage. The short time Kim had to get dressed and drive to the hotel didn’t stop her from looking incredibly sexy. And I knew it was just for me. I was sitting on a barstool, having a Tom Collins when in she walked. Kim was wearing all pink. She had on a sheer blouse that dropped off the shoulder, but was a crop top. There was no bra and her massive mammaries were bouncing up and down.