When I get home, I crawl into bed between Susan and Sherrie, snuggling against the warmth of their naked bodies. I try to sleep, but the image of Danae's battered body keeps popping into my brain. I try thinking about Nicole, Maggie and Carolyn, but it isn't enough to erase the guilt from this evening. I finally doze off, waking when I hear Susan coming out of the shower.
"Hey sleepy head." She says, as she rummages through her dresser for some underwear. "What time did you get home last night?" She asks, picking out a light blue thong and matching bra.
"It was pretty late." I say. "We won our game, though." I tell her.
"I know." She says, crawling up on the bed and dangling her t**s in my face. "I heard about the last minute touchdown." She says, as I suck one of her n*****s into my mo
