Leaning into me with his crotch rubbing my knee, he ordered two more beers. Handing me my beer he asked, “Why do you always avoid me at P & R’s pa...ties?” “Well you always have company,” I said, making a lame excuse. “You also never stay on at the parties. Aren’t we good enough for you?” He inquired. “I just don’t do the group thing, Erik, it’s not my scene,” I responded. After observing me for a long while he said “You know I’m going to fuck you tonight,” as he tweaked my other nipple slightly. I looked at her puzzled then it hit me."I'm Sorry Miss." Good you're learning, if you keep forgetting I'm gonna have to teach you that too."She slips her foot out of her shoe lifts my skirt up and she pats my knees motioning me to spead. I pull my legs apart and feel her foot go close to my panties feeling the top and going slowly down massaging my clit with her big toe. I bite on to my lower lip, trying not to make a noise or let her see that she is pleasuring me. I cannot let her have that. As we sat talking, the gee-string was rubbing into my cunt slit, stimulating it and really making my juices flow. Augustine and I were talking about foods we liked, when hubby got up and turned out the main light. He turned on a small light we have on the table near the window, so that the neighbours (who live quite close) would not see us through the curtains. Then hubby came over and lifted me up from the couch wrapping me from behind and started kissing my neck. Augustine stood and moved. I’m not asking you to go with me, though I did tell you that you were welcome to do so if you wanted. I haven’t bugged you about it, and I won’t. But I am going to go to church. You know I’m going to be ordained on Holy Saturday and most of the gang is going to be there. You’re invited, but I’m not insisting you be there.“This is my life, Kristin, and it’s not going to change. It really isn’t a complicated situation, at least as I see it. We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend. We’re two people who.