My aunt was seated across from us. My parents on either side of us and all I could think of was how bad I wanted to just get up and leave. Brian's han... grazed my almost bare thigh. I looked at him shocked. His hand gripped it as he smirked. I glared back down at my Chinese food and didn't look up. "How's school Jen? my aunt asked."Well if you don't count my gym class I'm doing rather well.... Especially in my chemistry class. I'm excellent at blowing shit up." I said staring at my aunt. ‘What’s flicked your switch?’ I asked. She dragged me inside and said, ‘The wine’s chilled and we have to talk.’ As I flopped down on the sofa, it hit me. This was week four. Erica came in from the kitchen carrying a bottle of white and two glasses. My smile was as broad as hers, ‘Okay,’ I said, ‘Spill it! Was it as good as you hoped?’ Erica giggled, ‘Oh Boy!’ We got absolutely wankered. Alan had to stay at his own flat that night as I, clearly in no fit state to drive, shared the bed with. I can’t tell you the number of clumsy passes I made at her over a three year period. She never got angry or verbally abused me. Example: We were once sitting on a picnic table together and I started rubbing her thigh, too hard I might add. She very lightly smacked my hand and in a gentle voice said “Stop it.” then kept talking as if nothing happened. She rejected my sexual advances. She didn’t reject me.She was willing to allow me to express my feelings and accept them for what they were as. Now Jake was emptying his cock and balls into her, and the redhead was wailing as she came with him.Unable to stand anymore, Molly moved away from the door. She was so numbed by shock that she didn't know what emotions she felt. The blonde shook her head, trying to clear it. She was angry, of course. But she was embarrassed, too. It made her feel inadequate that her husband would have another woman, made her wonder if she was not enough for him. How long has it been going on? And why was it.