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made a comment about how the baby was finally down for his nap. The brunette wasted no time making her move and six minutes into the film, they were kissing deeply. Fleetingly, Sarah thought they seemed much more genuine than the women on her TV show, less like two straight actresses kissing and much more like two lesbians who really wanted each other, who were very focused on one another, and who knew how to kiss a woman. By eleven minutes in, the blonde was naked and on her back on the dining room table, her shapely legs spread wide, her fingers buried in dark hair as the brunette drank from her center like she was dying of thirst.
    “Oh, dear god…” Sarah whispered as she watched, a rush of heat flooding her entire body.
    Almost as arousing as the sight of the two women were the sounds. The moans and groans, the whispered pleas and assurances, and the whimpers of pleasure did nothing but make Sarah painfully cognizant of the fact that she would need to change her underwear. And when the blonde finally came, so did Sarah, only vaguely aware that she’d slipped her hand into her own shorts. She gripped the arm of the office chair until her knuckles went white, leg muscles twitching, gaze riveted to the screen.
    There was more and Sarah would have stayed in her chair for hours had the doorbell not rung.
    “Jesus Christ,” she muttered, pulling her wet hand out of her shorts and attempting to button things up. She popped out the DVD, put it in its case, scooped up her treasures and ran into her bedroom. The his and hers closets pretty much ensured that Skip wouldn’t accidentally find her stash, but just to be safe, she put it all in her sewing basket up on a shelf. The last time she’d sewed anything was when Jeremy was a baby. Nobody would think to look in there for anything valuable.
    The doorbell rang again and Sarah swore.
    A quick change from shorts to jeans, a stop in the bathroom to wash her hands, and Sarah was headed down the stairs just as the doorbell rang a third time and a voice from outside said with uncertainty, “Mrs. Holt?”
    Sarah yanked the door open. “Hi, Kimmy. Sorry about that.” She was out of breath and flushed, she was sure, but if her babysitter noticed, she said nothing. “Come on in.”
    Kimmy was her regular sitter and familiar with the house and the kids. She set her armload of books on the coffee table as Sarah gathered her purse and keys. “Jessie was tired today, so she’s taking a little impromptu nap. Don’t let her sleep past five, though. If she does, get her up or she won’t sleep tonight.”
    “No prob.” Kimmy plopped onto the couch and picked up a book. Glancing up at Sarah, she smiled and waved a dismissive hand. “Go. I’ve got it.”
    “You’re the best. I shouldn’t be long. Thanks.”
    The ride to the school was a blessing. Sarah used it to try to relax and calm her pounding heart and her racing blood, though getting the images from the DVD out of her head was not nearly as easy. Flashes of the beautiful blonde spread out on the dining room table like an invitation to a feast kept her mouth dry and her panties perpetually damp. She wasn’t sure who turned her on more, the blonde offering herself so intimately to another woman or the brunette as the recipient of such a gift.
    It was a definite toss-up.
    At the school, she put the SUV in Park and took a deep breath. Giving her head a stern shaking, she hoped to rattle things back into place and get her mind focused. She nodded at people she knew as she entered the school and walked down the halls looking for Room 12. Hyperaware, her mind kept up a running commentary of every woman she passed. Did this one have sex today? Oh, that one smells nice; I wonder what perfume she’s wearing. I bet this one’s breasts are beautiful. What does that one sound like when she has an orgasm?
    “Oh my god, stop it!” she whispered aloud as she approached her son’s classroom. “Focus!” It was her first meeting with