He agreed with the 'dawgs' that the best course of action was for me to move out of the house, and get away from Dustin. He would be heartbroken, but ...ventually get over it. I offered to find some girls at school that could come over and babysit, and spend the night till mom got home in the mornings. Dad was ok also, with a couple of the guys coming over and pending the night with me, just to make sure I was keeping my own ass 'in check' In my mind---still on lockdown. The move took three. This is the story of just such a combination. The Outing of Claire LaPointe: Sit back dear readers and enjoy my little tale. It was the only bright spot, save my patent sale, that I had in those wretched months of my divorce. During the negotiations on the patent sale with the buyers, I was meeting with my lawyer, Scott Olsen, at his office downtown, and when the meeting ended, I would often stop at the bar in the middle of his block for a drink or two before I headed back to my crappy. I sat on the floor between his legs (like a good dog) resting my face against his lap. Just as I finished my drink, Eddie pulled me up and said "lets dance", it was a slow song, and he pulled me tight against him, and put one leg between mine rubbing his thigh against my pussy. I molded myself to him, grinding my wet pussy against him the way he liked. He was cupping my ass with both hands, and rubbing his chest against my nipples. We were putting on a show. As soon as the song ended, several. Without thinking my hand drifted down toward mycock, but Amy took a hand off my hip to slap my hand away. "If you wantto do something with your hands, play with your tits."Obeying her, rather than risk her stopping the incredible sensations ofher pounding my ass I started to stroke the cups out my bustier. I didnot have my false breasts in but that just meant the soft material rubbeddirectly against my nipples. By now Amy had built up a good steadyrhythm in her thrusting and I could not hold.