The first time, Tiffany brought her date home, I cried. I don't know if it was jealousy or shame. I could have handled it better, I suppose. She'd obviously explained our situation to him before hand. I can't imagine, he'd have the reaction he did, without some preperation or forethought. Tiffany had spent all day getting ready, send Courtney to sleepover at a friend's house and there I am, in just a small white t-shirt and blue camouflage GoodNites, with a purple pacifier. Tiffany on the other hand, was wearing a little black dress, that was strapless bravely exposing her cleavage and the thing barely covered her butt cheeks. The moment he gets there, he comes in through the backdoor, into the kitchen. Tiffany walks over to greet him. She leans in for a kiss, his hands wrap around her and grip her butt with both hands, pulling her against his body. He was taller than she was. Tiffany's hands were on his face, pushing her lips into his, his tongue penetrated his mouth. Hands kneeding the flesh on her butt, her dress bunching up and his hands were on her panties.

I stood silent, my bare legs made me feel completely exposed. My heart rate had soared and my ears were ringing