And yet, here I stood, images and sexual ideas going through my head, having just had amazing sex, while my step-daughter and her friend remained in t...he room, just down the hall.About twenty minutes later, having cleaned up, I was walking down the hall, when I heard voices in the room. So, rather than interrupt, and quite curious about what they'd be talking about, I stood outside the door and listened.And much to my shock, they were discussing the sexual history between Kristina and I, the. It didn't take me very long to finish. There were puddles of sperm everywhere on the window seat. I grabbed one of the hand towels that I kept hanging under my computer desk; cleaned up; threw my dirty clothes in the hamper and headed for the bathroom. Even though I was sweaty and slightly red from the sun, I still took a hot shower. I loved hot baths, probably because I always had to swim in freezing cold pools. While I stood there under the warm water my mind began to wander to Staci again. I. We had had some wine. We had talked quite innocently about how unhappy I was with my husband. I was never hearing the words. I was looking at his lips, lost in a daydream, wishing we were in a passionate kiss. I gazed down at his crotch wishfully while he wasn't looking but his gaze returned. I looked down, embarrassed. It was late and I was getting tipsy from the wine.I couldn't help my desire so I leant forward and put my lips to his. He kissed me back as if he had wanted to all along. I ran. On top of it, is one lit candle and she yells with the othersin the room "Happy one month!" What?" One month!" she sings out to me her joy, "You made it one month afteryour change!" Why all this?" I question the group in my confusion, at all thiscelebrating over one month of being the 'new' me?"Because, we have to celebrate the small steps once and awhile!" someoneyells at me from across the room."Awww guys?" I start crying...why...heck if I know?"Hey be happy!" Sara whispers into my ear, with.