It was spooky, but we first figured it out when Aunt Lynette pulled a black and white picture of Marilyn from a photo album and showed it to us. They ...ere identical!Marilyn was a stay-at-home mom, and that suited the both of us. Charlie didn’t start kindergarten until the fall of 1985, and we would still have the girls at home for a few more years. Marilyn was a housewife and took care of the kids and the laundry and the cleaning. I worked in an office and cooked dinner. How mundane and boring. Sometimes we would play strip pool.We would head back out to the deck and he leaned me over the rail. He’d bury his cock as deep as he could into my pussy. My cries and moans echoed into the mountains. We would have our play sessions wherever we were, on the couch, the hot tub or the deck. It didn’t matter to us. I loved him more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. We had stopped another night and went back to the bunk. He secured me in place on the bed. The back windows were. Lewis seemed pleased. I had never thought of him as a dog. There was enough of that at the office, harmless though Tim and George Jr. were. Did Lewis just have to hide it better? He was neither Dalton nor West. He seemed to work harder and smarter for it.“It’s pretty,” Lewis announced, “It’s just a chore when it’s long.”I laughed at what didn’t sound like sarcasm. Maybe I wasn’t used to Lewis joking? Was anyone? I started rolling over old conversations in my head. It could have been that we’d. I could not believe the difference a few options, okay, a lot of options can make to a car. My car felt like a totally different car and much better than the plain Jane LeMans. I loved that car. When I had 69,000 miles on it, I decided that it was either time to buy a new car or to fix up my beloved Grand Am. I found this car guy in Connecticut who used to work for General Motors in the Oldsmobile division. I won’t mention his name here, but if you are into cars like I am, you know who he is..