I was walking, because the car has been in the shop for almost a month. I knew it would take me a while to get home, and it was late. I was hoping it ...ould be something simple that he'd need, or nothing at all. My feet were killing me, and at this hour the lines would be horrible. "Yes, I need some socks. Nothing fancy, just socks." I smiled to myself, he was almost always practical. I'd loved that about him when we'd met.. but tonight, I wanted to splurge. I wanted impractical. So I picked up. Mel closed the door and moved away, her soft footsteps padding on the tiled floor. I quickly undressed and stretched a little, feeling the tense knotting in my shoulders and lower back. I was also beginning to feel a different kind of tension lower down. Control was never usually a problem, but as this situation seemed anything but usual to me I lay myself front side down on the table and d****d one of Mel's warm towels over my buttocks. I could feel a pulsing sensation running around my groin. As my come shot out, Stella aimed it toward her pussy. It was my turn to lean against the wall. She left her hand on my dick, gently stroking it. And then she did this incredibly sexy thing. With her other hand she rubbed my come into her pussy. Maybe I didn’t fuck my mother-in-law, but this was pretty damn close. We were both grinning like idiots as we rinsed each other off and got out of the shower. It had been such an intense experience, neither of us had thought about the possibility of. "Bozo followed us outside. I let him through the gate, giving Queenie her scratch as I did."Are you OK?" I think so. I can't believe Jill." Why?" She's so different than before. I thought she was going to get all pissed off." There's no reason for that, Sara." I know that. But that didn't stop her before." No, it didn't. But some things have changed since then. And I told her it wasn't OK for her to be a bitch until she had all the facts. And I think she loooves me, too." God, Jack. I wish I.