Claire went back into the bedroom, re-locked the door and dressed in a loose top and jeans.There was a long pause, during which she could hear raised ...oices from downstairs.Then a tentative knock and this time it was Philip’s voice. “Mum?”“Yes, darling.”“We’ve talked about it and Liz and I said we’d go with you to England if you weren’t treated like you should be treated. So Dad says to apologise to you.”“Is my bedroom door unlocked?”“No.”“I mean my bedroom, not this one.”“No.”“Tell your Father. He started to go soft but furiously worked his fingers on his cock trying to save his hard-on but it wasn’t working.?Damn it!?Mark kept messaging his now semi-hard cock as he starred at the picture thinking about Jennifer. He’d mentioned it several times over the past two years. She always ended the discussion with a flat out, No! She wanted no part of the swinging lifestyle.He thought about Clifton for a moment. How could he have explained to his neighbor that it wasn’t about him looking at. What would be left of Tom Henry Allen III if he couldn't write anymore?Rubbing his eyes, Henry avoided the self-aimed question and decided it was time for a shower. On his way, he noticed a note on the kitchen table from Julie. She had gone for a walk down to the local grocery to pick up some item for breakfast. A walk? More like a hike in this alienated place. Henry's PC had been the first import of recent technology into this place in the last ten years.Walking lazily towards the shower,. ?” she asked, “ he is waiting for you so that you can talk” I said, I went in the shower, when I came out I expected her to be gone but she wasn’t she was sitting at my dressing table combing her hair with my comb “ hope you don’t mind but I am just psyching myself to face that bastard” she said venomously, I had put on fresh boxers, as she combed her towel slipped but she didn’t move to catch it, my eyes clamped on her assets again, and my cock started to move again, she was watching me in.