There was apause, while she looked at me searchingly."I could do with a drink," she said at length, "and so could you. Letme buy you one."There was a...bar a few yards along the road, and Avanti took my arm andpulled me towards it. I was beyond resisting. What was going throughher mind, I couldn't imagine. What was going through my mind was beyondanalysis. This was, I thought, the end of everything.The bar was quiet and dimly-lit, for which I was grateful. Avanti wentto the bar and bought. I couldn't believe my stepdaughter had her hand on my cock underwater with her mother right next to me and the chance that at any moment her mother might reach for my cock herself, finding another hand already there.Yeah, I was definitely fucked.I used a slow sip of wine and a long drag on my cigar as a means of buying time and getting my shit together.I was a grown up; I could handle this. I had options.First, I could casually decide to move to a different set of jets and just get up and. I am a proud bisexual woman in my twenties, I am more or less a lesbian, having not been with a guy in quite a long time. I prefer the company and touch of a woman.I decided that I had to kick the laziness and go out and do something. I decided that I’d go to my local bar and have a drink. I got up off the couch and ran a bath. A nice hot bath always seemed to get rid of my laziness.After my bath, I put on my black lace panty and bra set and then a cute mini dress that showed off my cleavage. Nursing a coffee, the opening and closing of doors told me the girls were up and about. You could nearly hear my sigh of relief when both of them come bouncing into the kitchen, fully dressed.“Mrs. Gleason will be home, Tuesday. I’ll have to meet her at the airport.”The girls look at each other, realizing the ramifications of Mrs. Gleason returning. They would have to be good girls. Both give me a big hug, and then a kiss. Feeling their soft young bodies against me still made a chill run.