That night she'd left the house and I'd kissed her at the front door and said my usual line, and said a silent prayer, but guessed that would be as fa... as it went. I had work the next day so I went up to bed sometime after 11pm and drifted off fantasising about what if she did, this one time, come back fucked. I vaguely heard her come in but didn't think much about it and settled back into my pillow. I listened to her come up the stairs and then, unusually, come straight into the bedroom. I say. ”She turned her attention to the new movie,“How far in is this one?”“About six minutes.”She sniffed,“Well I think we will be fed when it finishes, I smell food.”He sniffed and through her perfume and shampoo smell he actually caught a whiff of seasoning,“Yeah seems like it.”She settled in against him again and sighed,“This is so nice you know? First time I ever fell asleep like this.”He settled into the cushions and watched the screen,“Must be because you know you can trust me.”She chuckled. "I want to touch her while you are watching; I want her to touch my body, to kiss my lips, to feel her sweet lips on mine and not your face full of spikes from unsuccessful evening shaving. I want her to kiss the lips of my cunt, to touch it with her tiny tongue. I want her to lick my clitoris, push her head down to it till I finally have a real orgasm, not when you're doing it. Girls know how to make another girl happy!"To say I was in shock from such offense is to say nothing. I was furious. Checking the peephole she saw Stacey standing on the top stair. She opened the door and invited Stacey inside. ‘Is he here?’ Stacey asked. Full of excitement and nerves Shelia responded, ‘Yes, in my bedroom. Waiting for me.’ ‘What are you doing out here then? Get in there and have some fun girl!’ ‘Trust me, I am already.’ Unable to contain herself Shelia filled Stacey in on everything that had happened thus far. Her words rushing out punctuated with giggles. Stacey sat silent. This was the.