My wife giggled through her nose. I missed the joke. He then said something to her that I missed as he came to her with all the familiarity of a lover.... She laughed happily at whatever it was. Then he ushered her down the hallway into the bedroom and locked the door behind them. What the French fuck?! I thought to myself. I may be wobbly--okay, I was drunk--but he wasn't going to do this shit right in front of me, for crying the fuck out loud! I would show the both of them. I heaved myself off. The girl was wearing a very fetching yellow crop-top that showed off her flat tummy, and a pair of denim shorts that did the same for her bare legs. The top fitted her slim torso tightly, and Andy (who always looked for this sort of thing) couldn’t see the outline of a bra underneath. The guy was wearing shorts and a t-shirt too, although to be fair Andy was rather more interested in the shape of the girl’s breasts under her top. They were talking too softly for Andy to pick out any definite. It’s not your inheritance. When I pass away, and honey one day I will, the trust will be dissolved, and you’ll get your inheritance, whatever amount that is. No one’s taking anything away from you. The money in the trust is to pay for my expenses, not yours or Monty’s or anyone’s.”“Oh.—But I do have to move out, now don’t I?”“Yes. Every young adult has to live on his own at some time or another. You can’t keep living with me, coming home at all hours of the night, not cooking for yourself, not. PLEASE...don't make me wait anymore"He just grinned as he picked up the handle with the balls on it's shaft and began running it though her cunt lips..."There's no hurry honey...We've got all the time we need and there's things I want to do with you first...you don't know what this is, do you? It's an anal probe and I'm going to teach you just how good your ass can feel with it"He'd rubbed some of her juices onto her star with his fingers and then fitted the probe to her...Noticing something.