Her pants wouldn’t be tight, but hopefully the would prevent the cum from leaking down her legs until she would be at home. She dressed and headed h...me. She hadn’t made it half way home, when she felt the sticky wetness between her thighs and then almost at her knees.She plucked some grass and used that to prevent the worst.When Irene arrived at home, her first way was to the toilet where she cleaned her cunt with paper tissues and carefully washed her panties.Again she had to hide them under. Did everyone feel like this? How did anything ever get done? It had to be something unique to Lyn and I, I was sure.Lyn moved to caress my other nipple, murmuring, "Equal time for budding nips..." The doorbell rang, and we both jumped. I sighed and Lyn giggled. "We could always tell her we have cabin fever or something. That we can't do anything but go to bed for the rest of the day."It was tempting, but for a second I remembered from my dream, the three of us walking together, our hands on. "Which was true enough. I never was one to push the boat out.Gran suddenly looked up. "Ohhh," she exclaimed as she looked at the photo she had just taken out from the envelope, "I remember this one. It's when Grandpa and I took Harry to the seaside for the day. He must have been about six when it was taken. Do you remember, Harry?" she asked as she handed me it, "There was that strange girl who said hello."It was like everything happened in slow motion as I turned the photo over and my heart. The song ended and they made there way back to the barstools. Jack said to me "thank you for sharing your wife with me", I responded back with "anytime" and smiled. Stacy seem to like my response and so did Jack. It was now Jack's turn to excused himself to go to the restroom. That was a perfect time to talk with Stacy and see if she was really having fun. I asked her if she was enjoying herself, she said "yes". I asked her if she would like to sit in a booth with Jack and I and talk more, she.