"She made coffee, poured us each a cup, then joined me at the table."I made a mistake last night dear, and I am sorry about that." Mom said that I cou...ld be an old family friend, and not to worry aboutit, so I didn't."She stared at me, then with a slump of her shoulders, she smiled at me,took my hand in hers and squeezed it."You're welcome here any time Susan. You've always been a fine person,and I don't see that what you wear changes that. You and Sara havealways been close friends, but now,. “Mia?”She mad a small, high-pitched noise before looking up at him. “I’m sorry about this… I didn’t mean it to turn out this way.”“This isn’t a… men’s club, is it?Mia laughed. “How kindly you word it. But, yes, it is what you say it is.”“And you own it?”“Yep.”“Do you… participate?”“I sing… sometimes. But I never… I’m not the right… shape…”He looked her over. In her work clothes, he couldn’t tell if she had any shape whatsoever. “Wouldn’t know.”She grinned. “Coffee? Or perhaps something a little. Patrice must have been having the same thoughts because she stood up, too. After I tossed my shirt aside, I looked at the others. No one was moving."Well, are we going to do this or not?" I asked the assembled group.Harold grinned and took off his shirt. Before he could stand, Abby said, "Yes," but it was so soft that I barely heard her. She reached for the hem of her polo shirt with two trembling hands and lifted, revealing her white bra in the near darkness. Her shirt came off and floated. Then, just as Sara's breasts came out to play, he felt Kayla slowly start to jack him off. He stopped removing Sara's garment for a moment to fondle her now naked boobs. “Mmmmm..” the sound came out of him even though his lips never left Sara's. “You like her tits?” Kayla quietly asked in his ear. He broke away from the kiss to look down. “Yes I do.” he answered as he massaged them. He looked up at Sara. She had her eyes shut and her head was tilted ever so slightly to the right. Kayla's.