Lori’s response to this was just as insane. Maybe “insane” is harsh, but you be the judge. Basically, her reaction was, “Well, you’re not pu...ting that thing in me, not if that’s going to happen!” That she was referring to the broken condom was clear when she went on. “Not now, anyway. Maybe someday, when it won’t matter if that happens.”Isn’t that insane? I mean she obviously thought there would come a day when “it didn’t matter” if I spunked her pussy!The reason things didn’t get weird was. ”“Wearing that outfit around me is enough, your arse is just begging to be smacked,” I retorted.“You two knock it off otherwise I will be physically sick,” came the voice of Amy from the living room.Entering the room Amy was already lying on the second sofa dressed in silk pyjamas with a matching floral silk gown which she had removed and placed over her lower half almost like a blanket. They had been one of my presents to her at Christmas and whilst it had not been intentional the effect of. " Here, in this flat?" In my bed Tommy." She drained her glass. "We were lovers."I sat down quickly in case my legs gave way. I could hardly believe what she was telling me."We never intended it to happen, we really didn't." So, she's a lesbian?" No, she's not a lesbian." Her eyes blazed with anger. "What a bloody stupid thing to say. Would you call me a lesbian too?" But..." But bloody nothing, Tommy. I really thought you were more mature than that. She was twenty-seven and hurting. Tommy,. I looked at her with concern,"What's the matter", I asked.She just shook her head and tightened her face to keep from busting out. She took my hand then turned to get onto the bed and I followed her as she crawled to the middle then laid down.I laid down and pulled myself to her and pressed my body to hers then put my arm over her trying to pull us together as tight as possible while she quietly wept. I feared her weeping may be a manifestation of her infidelity surfacing but also kept in mind.