One with children. A husband, not her lesbian lover. I suppose she had been hinting for months and I just didn't hear her." Did I really sound that bi...ter? I thought I was done with that. I shook my head angrily and again regretted it. Pulling my hand from hers, I started into the kitchen and picked up a bottle of vodka. If I was going to talk about this, I needed something more potent than beer.Lisa gave me a look of reproach, but didn't say anything as I poured myself a double. She waited. I said I would be changing in a couple a minutes too. I stared into the wall with the water running down my back feeling my warm cock getting cold … suddenly I could feel something against my ass cheeks … in a quick move I turned around and there was Mikkel who pushed me against the wall while holding my cock. Pushed up against the wall he moved his head towards mine, kissed me on the neck and said: “I noticed you staring at me while I was changing”. I could feel my cock getting bigger and. Even though I still hated them, they found my weak spot and pounced on it. "Oh, she's spouting off juice now, babe; we have her on the hook." Shut the fuck up!" I roared, pushing them both away. "Quit your damn rejoicing already. You didn't discover the cure for cancer; you shoved yourselves down my throat, so quit patting yourselves on the back and undo my bra already, Becky. I know you're dying to, so do it. You got me to say 'Fuck it.' and give in, that's all." Fair enough, it won't happen. There was a loud giggle from inside the cottage."Come on in Ned," said Mrs Eastly, and as Ned entered she continued. "It's only your mother calls you Gerry, most other people wonder who she's talking about."Mrs Eastly had a soft west country accent and was grinning broadly, and giggling a great deal."I've..." was as far as Ned got before he stopped, staring at the sight before him. Mrs Eastly, the object of many of his nightly fantasies, was sitting on a kitchen chair by the scrubbed pine table.