“No, I ………”She interrupts me and says, “Don’t lie to me, Jim. You were gone far too long to have just driven her home. And furthermore, ...I can smell her pussy on you.” There is no slurring of her words and no signs of her being drunk like she was before. I can’t believe that she sobered up that quickly!! I’m silent while I’m thinking, ‘Damn, I should have taken a shower.’ I start to see the whole future scenario flash through my brain; I see her filing for divorce and dragging my infidelity in. Without speaking a word, she kissed me. I wasn't about to stop her because I still wanted her to be the authentic reaction.After twenty seconds, she let her lips off mine. "That was fine, Bionca. Have you ever been with another woman?"'Yes,' I thought, breaking eye contact."So, you have; I didn't know that, but cool. What if I let him see me with you?" What, but I'm his sister, Trica." I know, but I've seen the way he looks at you; I think he actually might have an incest crush on you, but. Apparently Cyndi's vision of us butt-fucking had done the same thing to her that the videotape had done to Megan! Megan's eyes were wide and her mouth was open far. She just stared at the rutting bodies. Cyndi and Rod were completely oblivious to us as their bodies pounded together. Cyndi had been wearing a bikini and nothing else, and now the bottom of her bikini was pulled down around her knees. The top was still on, but Rod had his fingers thrust under the spandex material as he fucked. "To uhm..." she hesitated as though she was contemplating on whether to tell me or not. Finally, she seemed to relent and said, "a club run by one of Aunt Mary's friends." A club?" I cocked a brow. "What sort of club?" Aunt Mary told me not to tell anyone." she lowered her head."Come on, Laura. I already know this much." I nudged her."Promise you will not tell Aunt Mary that I told you." she whispered."I promise." Okay. Well...it's uhm..." she looked around like a paranoid thief, "a BDSM club.".