She moaned plaintively and then bit her lip to silence herself. Megan just grinned, watching her face she chuckled,"I'm not going to let you climax un...il you beg for it bitch," said Megan slowing the pace of her fingers. My wife groaned as the woman slowly pulled the fingers from her pussy; she'd been so close to cumin. Megan watched her face carefully, felt the tension in her muscles. She knew well the signs of an impending climax, knew well just how to handle my wife, how to break her spirit,. Instead, I saw her as the somewhat remote director of my upbringing. Looking back, I can see that the terrible time I caused for her during late pregnancy contributed to her border-line mental illness, her obsession regarding me and her fears that she had birthed a monster, her pathological drive to keep me on the path of good.If she could have turned me into a priest or monk, she would have been overjoyed with that outcome for me, her first and only child, her Son.My Father was a weak willed. She was unaware at the time and I did it as discreetly as possible, of course things changed as time passed women wore different clohes, so getting a view became more rare.I decided that people watching us had become an obsession with me and the cinema was the best place as they were close and in semi darkness, I explained how I felt and would like her to show more when we where there, she immediately agreed which shocked me but pleasantly.In the back of my mind I really wanted to watch her. She came to visit me a couple of times and all my male friends fell all over themselves trying to get her attention. I could see why. She had matured even more and was now centerfold material. She had a steady, though, and it was serious, so none of my friends ever had a chance.I talked to her about her intended. She was studying computer science and the guy was a physics major. He'd already published three papers and wasn't even out of undergraduate school. She said he was "steady" and.