My blood was on fire and surging into my painfully engorged cut 7 incher. I was shaking as I quietly stripped off my clothes. I left my tighty-whities...on for the moment. They were by now sticky with my own freely flowing lube juice.I slowly climbed into the bed beside him, careful not to wake him. As I slid in next to him I could feel his body heat on my exposed skin causing my granite like member to jump and spasm in my shorts. I was very close to blowing but managed to calm myself enough to. I know my pussy was starting to get really wet, maybe even to drip. Tom and I stood there watching and so did another couple, everyone else seemed to busy doing their own thing. I told Tom I was really horny, without asking, he just pulled up my dress and put a hand down my panties, he smiled at me and told me he didn't remember me ever being that turned on, and he started to stroke my clit with his fingers that he made wet and slippery by sticking them into my pussy. I couldn't take it. My goodness, your tits are even bigger when I can see them revealed than when they are hidden under those tight shirts of yours."Melinda blushed from the flattery."Is Ken not interested in you? So you came to Joe to fulfill your needs?" Richard asked."She caught Ken looking at porn so we're doing some revenge porn," Joe said. Then he thought for a moment. "Hey, Melinda, you want to REALLY show Ken what you can do? Why don't you hook up with my dad?"Melinda's eyes grew big in shock but her words. I was afraid to go to sleep. I painted my spare room’s walls, weeded the garden frantically as if only occupation would prevent her coming to me. “Leave me alone. I don’t want you, leave me be.”That Saturday evening, I went to Denise’s bar. Despite it being where I had first encountered Clemency, it felt safe, welcoming. I had a few glasses of wine. I was approached by a tall, elegant butch and, in normal circumstances, I’d have flirted with her, maybe even gone home with her, because she was.