She and i still did all of the things we always did together. We went to work, went to the gym and hung around with or without Hubby in the evenings. ...t got to the point where i was wishing Hubby would go out so that i could touch her. She and i would make excuses to go down to her apartment below. "Be back soon Hubby, we are trying on dresses", "I need to borrow a scarf for work","We are going to talk about girly things." Hubby didn't suspect a thing, he just was happy to be away from the. “Pick something. It's on me” I said pushing the menu over to her.She acted surprised “Are you sure?”“Go for it. Do you have a place to stay tonight? It is supposed to rain hard tonight, and it's plain to me the predicament you're in.” “No.... I don't have a place... I thought I would get farther, but I ran out of money.” She said as her food was set in front of her.She immediately dug in, she had apparently not eaten in a day or so. We shared general banter back and forth, while she was eating.. At the end of the day they loved each other, and they were stillfamily.She realized that Ken had been unfairly critical of his family. He feltthat his parents had not provided for him, at least in a way that he hadwanted. Beth now understood that Ken's parents did the best that they couldand that they did love their children. Were they perfect, no.? But thenwhat family is perfect?This journey had taught Beth something about families. No family isperfect. All families had things that they. ’ I turned my head back to the pillow as he was starting to drip some lube on my hole. Drip Drip Like sweet, erotic water torture . . . until his finger came back, smoothing the lubricant around my hole and in. In the finger went again, finding the passage more accommodating this time. Soon, he coaxed a second finger in. I adjusted myself to prop my backside out even further, bending my knees toward my chest and groaning again. I’d had his one finger in there before, and we’d used a slender,.