Jane was still looking straight down at him, her eyes almost drilling holes in his skull. As he watched Kellis being nudged over slowly toward the pool's edge with the kid's fingers pushing upward inside her, Steve thought petulantly to himself,<em>no dammit, I want to stay here</em>!<br/><br/>But sanity prevailed. His wife might be in trouble of some kind, after all - at a party like this, who knew what to expect? He barely even allowed himself to consider the other possibility, i.e. that she was having the same kind of fun that he had been.<br/><br/>He slid out of the pool and dried himself of briskly, following Marissa's lead and getting into one of the heavy, clean-smelling robes that had been left by the pool for their disposal. Then he knelt down beside Kellis at the edge of the water and whispered beside her ear "<em>Catch up with us later - we'll be upstairs</em>." It was hard to tell how much she registered, though, given what was happening to her by then.<br/><br/>Then he slid his arm around Marissa's waist and they made their way back toward the house. "Laura's my wife,' he told her matter-of-factly. "But don't worry - I'm not finished with you yet, by a long shot." He gave her ass a little squeeze through the material for good luck.