I got into my car and drove away. I thought about going to a bar. Drowning my sorrow in the bottle but that meant dealing with people, people who new ...what had happened and would want to offer their sympathy. That I couldn't take. I just wanted to get stupid drunk and forget, at least for a little while. The house was dark. Karen's car was in the drive. I wondered how she beat me home, then I remembered she rode with me. "I'm sure someone will give her a ride." I thought, as I walked into the. I said I couldn’t because they were in the bath. She explained it was ok because of the bubbles.I looked in and you would of thought that there was no one in the bath. The bubbles were at least 2 feet high. I just worked out that they were at the back of the bath. They cut through the bubbles and moved to the front and lent there faces on the side.They had grins as big as you could get. Mia asked what I thought? “Mia and Hope if I didn’t know your ages, I would think you were k**s". They. A babe like that!"And while they talked, Desirée turned and went into the house.Closing the door, she leaned back against it, thinking. Mark had been so cold lately, so unaffectionate, and she wondered why. The dreams that had plagued her were now only vague memories, but something irritating sat in the back of her mind. And while Mark ignored her sexually, her own frustrated desire grew. It had become a constant itch between her legs, a panty-wetting ache. She wondered if it was the. ‘They could have seen us like this …’ His lips plunged into mine for a deep, long kiss. He held onto my back with one hand to keep me from floating away as he grabbed onto on one of my breasts and softly kneaded. My nipple turned hard against the slow motion of his palm massaging against it, which led to a chain reaction of his erection springing back to life against my mound that immediately started filling with fullness and desire. My fingers wove into his gorgeous chestnut brown hair I.