Me being a complete freak(as the populace see's me) and her being lesbian in a place full of homophobes and the extremely religious. We just band toge...her. She's the only person who knows the real me."It was fine." I say, a smile playing across my face. Her face lights up and she laughs. "You got laid. Why Damien, I'm so proud." She says mockingly. "You seeing her again?" I nod."Yea, gonna see that movie playing in the drive in." She smiles wickedly. "Wanna double? I'm sure Valerie wanted to. The other guy started looking around, I guess he ‘lost’ the chance with Kel and now had to find another piece of ass for the night. After about twenty minutes Kel and the guy returned. The barkeep had held their spots so I was still in good viewing position. I did notice that Kel’s blouse had a couple of buttons undone and her lacy bra was in pretty good view. I can’t tell you why but I got a raging hard on watching my wife a little disheveled and slightly moist from dancing getting hit on. He wanted to tell her it was alright, that she could stay in his bed, as long as he could join her. The words bubbled to his lips but he bit his tongue. She climbed out of his bed, thats when he saw her panties on his floor. She tiredly shuffled out of the room, Damien figured she was probably to tired to realize that shed left her pants and underwear in his room. He stared at her beautiful ass while she made her way down the hall. In the morning, Jenna was fuzzy on the details of the night. Bishop took her shoulders into his hands and looked deep into her eyes. His eyes penetrated beyond a normal stare, they immersed themselves into the deepest recess of her mind. She felt as if he were capable of reading her every thought regardless of how deep or personal. She seemed to lose some control over her mind and thoughts, but the feeling was not alarming and was even somewhat restful. She became relaxed and comfortable."Yes..." His soothing voice commanded her. " ... just relax, you.