"Seriously? Ian, she's like the most cliché, obvious lesbian ever."I just shrugged, "People see things the way we want them to be." I don't. I always...see the worst possible outcome to any situation." And yet somehow you're the warmest, sweetest, kindest person I've ever met."Her lovely green eyes met mine for an unexpectedly long moment, but she finally shrugged me off."I just feel left out, seeing all these couples everywhere."I sighed, "Liz, Amy and I aren't a 'couple.' She made that. Far better options.”“And THAT thinking is just like Jessica’s. This isn’t a utilitarian argument! And I’m not replacing her. If she doesn’t come back, then it’s Kara and me. Period.”“What about me?” Elyse asked.“You mean our sex life? I didn’t mean that was going to change. Just that I wasn’t going to have a new trio form.”“And you’ll be OK with that?”“With losing Jessica? No. With being with Kara? Yes. She’ll let me have you and Samantha, and probably occasional dalliances. But honestly, I. “Oh, yeah, thanks” you remark in passing. As you sip your drink and read on, he goes back to cleaning up. Glasses clank and kegs bang on the floor in the background. As you finish your note, you notice your glass has become full again. When did he do that? You wonder. As you raise the glass in an imaginary toast, you feel warm breath on the back of your neck. Suddenly, hands are on your hips and lips are gently pressed into the back of your neck. “That scent is divine, what is it?” he whispers. I could feel myself getting wet and I considered the possibility of me fucking these two old men. Mr. Grizwell had just went through a divorce and Mr. Flare still lived with his mother. A wave of pity passed through me and I tugged off my skirt, leaving my socks and panties on. "Shirt too." They said in unison. I removed my collared shirt and bra, my nipples growing hard because of the change in temperature. Mr. Flare put his cock in my mouth and I automatically wrapped my hand around Mr..