[treblekane]

a wet finger from between Linda's legs, Bryan looked conflicted and glanced at me; maybe to get my reaction. Surprised by his boldness, I just shrugged. He kneeded his fingers into one of her big breasts, she lay forzen; with her eyes closed.

As if making up his mind, Bryan moved off of Linda and reached for his beer. Linda opened her eyes and glanced at me on the opposite couch. I gave her a big smile and said "that was a hell of a show" and pretended to look back toward the game. I did not want to make more of on awkward situation then needed. I did, of course, keep my phone in my lap taking pictures.

Rather the swinging her feet to the floor, Linda stayed on her back and brought her knees up as she reached for her wine. She took a long pull from it and leaned off the couch to get her phone; knees tightly together, but dress still around her waist. I figure she was going to text me for guidance on the situation, but she never got the chance.