Epilogue
We didn’t go home until late that night. In fact, it was so late it was early. The moon hung fat in a star-speckled sky when Sandy kissed both of us good-night, and I was so tired I was practically swaying on my feet.
“How soon?” she asked, her eyes bright in the shadow of the doorway.
In answer, Steph leaned close, catching her mouth hungrily. Even in my depleted state, my d**k gave a twitch as the two women made out enthusiastically.
“As soon as we can. And as often as we can,” she said when their lips finally parted. “But not,” she added, laying a finger across the younger woman’s lips, “so much that we get you in trouble with Monica or the rest of the neighborhood. We’ve already dealt with the problem of not f*****g you. I don’t want to think what would happen if everyone
