I placed my hand down on the stove by accident burning myself. “Aahh!” I screamed the pain made my asshole jump.Present...I hugged him goodnight, ...nd made him go to bed with his tired-ass wife without cleaning himself up, and that is exactly what he did, and I made him say thank you.This was not the first time we did this in front of her. The first time was at a family barbeque. It was his birthday and he texted me asking me to come over so I showed up. He wanted public sex and he knows I love. She was dusky in color and was 4 years elder to me.Then a crowded bus arrived. I boarded from the back door and she followed me instead of boarding through the front door. Due to the crowd, our bodies were touching each other. She stood in front of me with sufficient space between us.As the bus started its journey, the crowd was increasing exponentially and literally decreasing the gap between us. After a while, as the bus started to get overly jam-packed, I got instantly wild as her back. "I'm not complaining about that time we haven't spent together. It's been entirely appropriate. But explain to me how the few hours we've spent together this week amount to smothering you. And when you finish that, please recall for me a single instance where my behavior impinged upon your independence."Firm and to the point. Not angry, but not disengaged either.Impinged? Humans might have said "intruded on" or "took away" or even "made you less independent."As to the first part, that has to be. I got into my car and made the short drive to Sarah's house. I walked up the yard and headed to the back door. The night was humid and the air was still. I reached the back door and headed into the basement to Sarah's room. I reached her door and knocked. I heard Sarah answer my knock, "Come in." I opened the door and laying on a beanbag and a bunch of large pillows were Jane and Sarah. Empty bottles of Zima littered the room. Jane was wearing a short pair of shorts and a tight white tee shirt..