"Hi slut," bitch said, standing there naked except for my collar around his neck and some old panties I'd left behind a few weeks or a month before. H... looked hot and sweaty and pink all over, with his hard cock straining against the thin lace that barely concealed it."Hi bitch," I replied, leaning forward to give him a kiss and it was nice, especially since Denise's eyes were bugging out as she took in Brandon's new look."Brandon?" she gasped and he'd been made up prettily, although his. She had been in there quite a few minutes, talking to Tammy, their daughter. Tim, their son, sat in the bed he had shared with his sister the previous night. They had shared a lot in the last 24 hours. His mind kept replaying parts of it as he sat naked with the sheet pulled up and over his legs and into his lap; knees pulled up to his chest.Diane stopped at the foot of the other bed and looked at her son. When had he become a man? How had she never noticed before? “Tim, you and your sister are. As the week wore on I would be comingand going and would notice them watching me. When I would walk by theynever said anything but one of the guys always smiled at me.While one night I got a phone call and he said his name was Rick and helived down the hall from me. He told me what he looked like and then Irealized it was the young black guy that has been smiling at me. He saidhe would like to come down to my room and talk to me but he didn't wantanyone to see him come there. I was scared and. You probably think Sherry and I fought all the time, but we didn’t. Sometimes it was just a few words between us, like ‘you’re over reacting.’ Those words drove a stake in into the heart of our marriage. Maybe I was over reacting to the situation at hand, but I was also tired, angry and hurt at the same time. I felt a deep sense of disrespect from Sherry’s thoughtlessness. I guess I should explain, Sherry and I are very different in respect to our personalities. Sherry is extremely outgoing.