I believed him, and now I know he wasn’t right. I’ve been so homesick.” Another crying jag took over.“Well, you’re home right now. Have you ...aten anything? Can you stay? What’s the plan?”Steph shook her head, “I don’t know. I drove most of the night. I cried the whole way from Boston to here. Everything I own is in my car. I got here at six o’clock this morning, but didn’t want to wake anybody. If you don’t want me, I’ll go away somewhere else.”“Oh, Baby, it’s all right. We want you. It’s going. I see her reach between his legs again, noting with satisfaction and an eroticthrill the look on sissy's face as she slides a finger inside him. Turned onfully now, sissy pushes his hips forward, wanting the slut to suck him off,certain that it's a woman using him and too turned on and frustrated to doanything else.The slut does not let him off that easily though. His penis is twitching but shepushes his hips back against the post, stopping him from entering her mouth.Instead she rests her. Semi-consciously I now slowly took off my blouse leaving me topless in just my jeans; the kitchen door was still wide open; with beating heart I walked pass it and dropped the blouse in our laundry basket. No escape, no cover up now, the next one to refresh his bucket would be blind not to see me, topless. I was determined not to flinch or cover up, whoever it was would see me, and my pulse was racing and I was now wet. Time seemed to slow and my heart seemed to pound harder. I was unable to. “We need to go in just behind them, as a couple. Follow my lead.”If Frode was surprised at me taking the initiative, he didn’t show it by any way. So, we walked in right behind those two couples while I was glued to Frode’s arm, trying to look like some young man with his older ‘financial supporter’. Just like some male couples I had seen there at the restaurant. So, I hung on Frode’s arm, loudly called him some sappy nicknames, making it clear to the other couples that we were coming after.