I remained standing. She was now getting upset.“What’s the matter?” she asked, unmoving in the doorway. “You’re upset with me. What have I d...one?”Upset? Was I? Then it dawned on me. I was upset and I knew why.“More what you’ve not done.”“But I’ve said I was sorry about not phoning.”“Not that.”“Then what?”“Partly that. Last Saturday we were talking about moving too fast, and it seems you took time while at home to realise you want to distance yourself even further from me, in fact to cut me off. ”“That is naughty Lily. Is it going to go on your channel?”“Yes”“Without asking me?”“Yes.”“You naughty little minx. I like you. I like you a lot.” I slipped my hand into the slash on her hip, and ran it down the crease to her thigh. “You want me to, don’t you?”“Yes” she whispered, barely audible“I want to meet your foursome.”“OK, if I can meet your fucktoy.”“You will, Lily, you will.”Slowly I edged towards her pussy, her lips were damp, I slipped one in, then two, three…. she took an intake of. She laughed. "That long ago? I didn't think you were that old"."How long's it been since you got some lovin'?" I said."How long's it been since I stopped seeing Bob?" she asked."That was long ago" I remarked."I guess it has been a long time" she realised, "Not that I miss him, as much as I loved him he was such a bore in the bedroom" she thought back."From what I heard you were great in the sack" I said."He did, did he?" she said with a raised eyebrow."He might have mentioned the occasional. But if she did take the money and joined Jenny and herself in this lifestyle, it would be her choice.She knew she needed to wait for the right opportunity. She wanted it to be natural and felt confident that if it didn’t happen this week, an opportunity would present itself soon after returning home.As Sarah and Jenny got some breakfast, three boys at different times did the male equivalent of the walk of shame. “Or for boys, is it called the walk of pride?” Sarah mused to herself. Samantha,.