It was2:34. I lay there for a while, while Linda snored on and on, with anoccasional snuffle. The streetlights were shining through the gap in thecurt...ins. And I couldn't stop thinking about the leather jacket, and thestrange way I had felt when I was wearing it.I climbed out of bed and felt my way across the dark bedroom and to theliving room where I left the jacket on the sofa. There was just enoughspace in the living room for a big vinyl sofa, one armchair and a coffeetable. A big TV was. It was one of a few new constructions going up on the street. No doors or windows yet, but the house had a roof and walls.Jack smelled a mix of fresh paint and the trailing smoke of Roxanne’s square as they entered. Stepping over some ruble and pulling Jack off to a corner lit partially by a street light, Roxanne turned in passion and kissed him.His tongue was sweet, flattening and pushing against her own. She sighed with a wince, feeling the pressure building as her button strained against. "Oh Rhea," he started and she interrupted him with an outstretched finger."I don't want to split up the family but you seem to think that paying for sex was more important than me and Izzy."Simon groaned and Rhea shouted at the stricken gentleman."I would like us to try and work through our problems. It will take months, years probably, and I may never be able to trust you again, but I would like to try. For Izzy."Simon wailed and got up to hug Rhea who halted his progress with an outstretched. "She hung the clothes on a rack above a large whirlpool tub and turned to face the shower door. "Please hurry, I'm waiting."Jake was thoroughly rinsing his genitals and ass to remove as much soap residue as humanly possible. Stepping out after turning off the water he said, "Sorry," as Lesa handed him a fluffy white towel and squatted down with a second towel to dry his legs and buttocks.It took a minute to get most of the water out of his hair. Lesa stepped back as he was drying his genitals..