I sigh and I run two of my fingers through my hair, "It was fine." "What did you two talk about?" "Nothing really. I mean… Luke politely apologized ...and so did I," I say with an innocent shrug, my plastic fork cutting into my pancakes. "Why did you have to apologize? He was the one that called you a whore." I shake my head and I pull the piece of pancake off my fork with my tongue, contemplating what to say. "She simply apologized for running out on us and leaving us full of worry," Luke. She had tried that once before and he had wrecked the whole place, his mood fluctuating between utterly depressed and hyperactive. So we were forced to spend Friday evening hanging out with her depressed dog instead of partying. But I did not mind, I was never really a party girl. Plus, we had slipped into some quite revealing nighties and I found myself stealing glance after glance at my beautiful friend. Frank (the dog) was currently in depressed mode and had not moved for the past half hour.. “You like?” I ask her, trying for some response--I want her to talk to me. But instead, she lets my cock go and puts her face in her hands, hides her eyes. She inhales, really inhales a shaky breath and blows it out the same way. It feels like an unplanned intermission or something. I’m dying--my dick’s pounding, she’s shaking, and then I notice how swollen her nipples are beneath her tee-shirt. Awesome titties, and I reach to take a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and I pinch just. As I said, this is the very skimpy and revealing one. The kids and I'd been swimming earlier and I'd not yet gotten around to changing back into my street clothes.I was thinking of doing so when I heard a car drive into the garage.Oh Oh, shit! I am nearly naked and here comes Hank and Betty, damn.It was a few minutes after midnight. And then, in walks Hank all alone. He stopped dead in his tracks and just stared openly in total amazement, mouth hanging open, eyes bulging. I'd a nipple slip that.