You and I are gonna be naughty girls.” I say, repeating what she told me at her house. Indian sex I mean, if you want to…?”
I find myself again not knowing how to respond so I just nod and then feel like I need to say something so I say “I want to.”
Bridget giggles and takes my hand leading me from the couch. Thursday is a “normal” night for me with vibrating panties and roller skates and then we get to our Friday night show. It feels like Derek is fucking B and I at the same time as his every movement slides the vibrator back and forth in my puss. For the next few minutes, B and I are lost in our own little world, moaning, probing, and nibbling on each others pussies. I think, feeling like I’ve done something wrong. I know that under the silk cover on the round stage is my bed complete with thick comforter quilt, pillows and stuffed animals. unless you want to. …” Bridget mumbles raising an eyebrow at me. This is so weird!” I say. “Oh my god. About my parents dying. Is this how you are every night!”
Just then Silvia comes over with two fuzzy navels and some other kind of drink which she puts down in front of Derek.
