They believed that nothing happened, so nothing happened. She presented that I had made a mistake going out to seek an orgasm, but had chickened out. ...ob had left the house, so he didn’t know when I had returned home. I had qualms about her plan, but Sally told me she would back me up to the hilt.Unfortunately, by the end of the third month after Rob had left, I was ready to start climbing the walls. Our sex life was constant and now mine was zero. I’m afraid my temperament showed. .). The theme I might have had in my head for a while but the wording is entirely within 24 hours (with some obvious tidying up afterwards). Not including the Title which I took longer to come to than the story itself and I'm still not happy with it; it feels like asking yourself to write what happened last Tuesday and then trying to give it a title other than "Last Tuesday". Back on subject, the main reason I wrote this at all is because I am working on a different story and I am unhappy. Once ready to go we all agreed for a bit more fun with them and we all took our panties off and left them behind as we went to serve the dessert. We only managed to set 2 plates down before someone went to rub my pussy and discovered no panties, he quickly made the announcement to everyone and each plate we sat down had hands between our legs rubbing our pussies, even sliding a finger or 2 inside before we stepped away to set the next plate down. Once done we headed back to the kitchen once. "Mike's head snapped around, and he glared over my shoulder. "Who the fuck are you to say anything about me? You want some of this bitch? I've beat bigger men. Why don't you get down on your knees and suck my cock."I put a hand up. "Not happening. Why don't you crawl back to whatever city you were hiding in?" I told you the investigation isn't after me anymore, and I need a place to stay. Now why don't you call Dad?" No cell service where he is," I replied with a shrug."Where the fuck is he.