Somehow I managed not to yell but I kept my back to her as I got dressed and I knocked her hands away every time she tried to help. I was furious with...Mum for not getting the message.I marched out of the bathroom and into the living room. Everyone was sitting around, not talking very much. Angie wasn’t screaming any more. She was sitting on the arm of Dad’s easy chair with her head on his shoulder. She was clinging to his arm and stroking it at the same time. It was like she was trying to drag. What was to bring about his downfall though was his obsession with thecheckout girls uniform. It was such a simple outfit and although he hadso much choice of all his favourite looks hanging openly and free towear and enjoy at home from smart business suits to evening dresses andeven a few bridesmaids gowns David became obsessed with the thought ofbeing able to try on the fitted, light blue, short sleeved open neckblouse and cheap looking, navy blue straight nylon skirt of hiseffortlessly. Oh, she knew they did that. She prided herself on her figure. That was for sure. She reached in and grabbed a pair of her soft sleek pair of jeans. She slipped them on to her hips. She loved how they felt on her too. They always looked and felt great on her. And like the blouse they too made her look fabulous. She stopped in front of the mirror so she could look at herself. It was time to go, time to visit her son. It was time to go make him feel good. Time to make him really good, she thought. It was another full-blown tongue lashing! Now picture this, here I was, a twenty-five-year-old horny male, getting very little sex from my wife because she isn't feeling well, and I instantly got a raging hard-on. Pulling Paula to me and returning her kiss, I proceeded to feel and squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. Paula responded by grinding her pelvis into me and kissing me harder, but then abruptly pulled away and walked out. All told, this event didn't last for more than twenty to.