No..

Reluctantly you take place back in your seat as the others do, attempting to pretend you don't feel humiliated by the argument just occurred.
As you realise you really can't help staring at Miranda, even is she keeps jacking off Tom, you start wondering what has gotten into her.

Did she really say the truth? Or did the douche pull one of his trick out of the sleeve with her?
After all, letting him see a bit of her goods, feel also, could have its logic, you have to admit it.
Her attitude towards your attempt of rescuing her is what left you most disconcerted tough...

Meanwhile, Miranda takes a brief pause from her endless stroking, left hand still tightly wrappend aroud Tom's cock, to pull another name out of the hat and you realize that the douche is also shirtless, something which you didn't weight much before ...
But now that your crush has sit up, seeing his sculpted abs with the notion of their naked skins pressed one's against the other's, gives you a feeling of unbearable intimacy between them.
The ease and familiarity which she they show as they keep touching each other to adjust their position, how the douche's hands seems to own her body, how she naturally obliges to his curiosity for it.
Maddening.

The thought that something else could have happened while you where in the kitchen suddenly strikes you.