I almost burst into laughter, but I was cut short as Sue pulled her ’80s rock band T-shirt over her head and began wiggling out of her jeans. She was a thick, short woman, who wore her back rolls with all the pep of a twenty-something supermodel. But like the rest of us, she was middle-aged, had a healthy bit of gray, and was one hundred percent proud.
“We should make a collage of everyone’s magnificent t**s and Justin’s tasty ass,” Caylen suggested.
Justin blushed and stood patiently while Sue took charge of popping his waistband.
Jayne stepped in to protest. “No-no-no, Sue. Can’t have him all to yourself.” She swatted Justin through his jeans with a playful gesture, and then tugged forcefully at his fly. Together with Sue, they pulled his pants to the floor, exposing Justin’s happy er
