”I stood in the half-open door, squeezing the doorknob, and answered, “Okay.”She let me turn around in preparation to go back outside before she...yelled, “Don’t forget to take the bag from the kitchen out.”I clenched my fists and my teeth. Some of the frustration crept into my voice when I once again responded, “Okay.”Trying not to stomp, I headed through the house - turning off extraneous lights along the way. I tied up the trash from the kitchen, took it out to the can, and then took the can. She wriggled a little and I had her sit up too. She said, “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.” I tried to put her at ease by telling her it was okay and kissing her again. I then unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them, letting them hang open. As she watched and continued to look at my shorts hanging open, I tried to pull the shirt off her again, but she wasn’t having any of it. My pants were slowly inching their way down farther and further, and as we kissed, I wanted her to feel and see my cock, in. So I deliberately sat opposite her during dinner and we chatted quite abit together. I could see she was deliberately flirting with me too, flicking her hair and leaning forward to show her cleavage. I couldn't help but keep glancing at it. I learn that she got divorced 2 years ago and is currently seeing another guy.After dinner, we adjourn for drinks but some of the married ones had to make a move first. So only left about 6 of us. After 10.30pm, the rest had to go home too, and I offered to. She was standing there with the girls’ panties still twirling on her finger.“Look here buddy, you said you guys were being careful. Well I just witnessed some un-careful activity between you and Trish. And you guys are supposed to be a little good when the Dads are around.”Her lecture was being accented by her shaking her finger at me, which was further loosening up the robe, so I now knew there was nothing underneath. It was my turn to gawk. I couldn’t help it. A big naked nipple with the.