As I sat there trying to make sense of things, I felt so alone. More alone than I’d felt in many years. And for good reason as this was the first ti...e in more than twenty-four years that I was without Claire. Sure, we’d been physically separated by work and other things during those twenty-four years.But this was different. We were apart now, and I was alone, as she was in another man’s bed. A man I’d allowed her and maybe even encouraged her to meet. A man who was a caricature for masculinity. What made it worse was that she was so innocent and taking advantage of her naivety seemed wrong. Still, who was I to deny my step mom’s pleading wish to be cleansed of the errant honey?She walked up to me and apologised again as she led my head down to the centre of her chest. In fairness the honey mostly spilt on the middle of her chest but I wanted the boobs. We were both standing up in the opening of the woods. Fighting my manly urges to ravage her entire sexy body, I slowly extended out my. ..perhaps seven feet but very slight, but I could only conjecture this conclusion by what was exposed and not was the robe concealed. The long delicate hands remained in a folded position across her middle. The fingers were very human in structure but the fingers numbered only three per hand. I was still on the floor pushing myself backwards as it moved slowly closer. Was I still allowing the hallucination theory to prevail? It was a struggle to maintain the idea that this was only a dream as. Janet, 35, was bisexual, Lucy knew. In fact, Janet had already fantasized about her best friend many times. Janet seemed the perfect choice.But Lucy couldn't just call Janet and ask her to fuck.Her plan was perfect. Janet wanted to fuck Roger, and the thought of it would already make her hot. She would be hot while she waited for Roger, and once Lucy arrived, Janet would be excited and surprised.Roger and Lucy went together. According to the plan, Roger would fuck Frank as usual, and Lucy would.