Skippy was like what the fuck they can wait. I said no you can wait go get the door. He opens it and it was the manager form the bar. Skippy said what...s up and he replied her to see your wife as she let me the address on this napkin. He lets in this young gentleman an I'm sitting on the sofa in lingerie an he was like holy shit. I said glad you could make it an offered him the seat next to me. Skippy sits in the chair across from us. I turn to the k** an put me hand on his leg an move his onto. He stared at her and his hands found hers. Fingers intertwined, they kissed again. Soft tentative kisses as before. No rush or hurry. Just soft passion and love almost lost but now regained.When you lose love, it is worse than never having it. The pain of loss is deep and mean. Diversions cannot make it fade for a time.For them, those days of misery were past and their minds never even recalled how empty they had been. Now they were full again. Full of each other. Full of the heady joy that. I went there."Grow up, man. Girl on girl action is a bit of fun... that's all." Gibby scoffs.I wince but can't help thinking about his words for the rest of the week and also the week after that.The following week, coincidentally, was when I saw my best friends going at it like wild anim*ls with no self-control. It was by accident, I swear. I didn't expect them to be jumping each other's bones on Spencer's kitchen sink. I walked into the Shay apartment completely unguarded.Yes, the sink. Where. Underneath, I wore all matching black. Having barely eaten for a coupleof days, I'd even managed to tighten my exquisite silk, fully bonedunder busk corset just that little tighter than usual, even daringmyself to! Obviously my chastity cage remained in place, only nowcovered and almost pushed back tightly by some delicate lace and silkpanties, leaving an almost smooth frontage!A frontage of my knickers were adorned by beautiful spider's web of finelace, just allowing the firm clear plastic of.