"I wish you would let go once in your life. Well Iwish you would always be fun to be with and not such a bitch." Theremark again had Teresa slapping...my face.This had turned into a full argument at this point. Teresa was railinginsults and wishes upon me. She was screaming things like wishing I wasable to please her sexually, that I had a real cock, my body wasmuscular, looked like a model and made her happy.To counter I was not so nice, as I yelled back about wishing she had asexier body,. “She asked me to listen to a set of ABBA songs, as well as the Chess album, and report back on my impression of how talented Andersson and Ulvaeus are.”“Your sister is going to give you serious grief!”“She did when I called her to ask to borrow her albums!”“I’ll leave you two to finish breakfast,” Doctor Blahnik said.She turned and left before we could say anything, so Clarissa and I finished eating, cleaned up the kitchen, then went to the great room to sit close together on the rug in front. The adrenaline rush that comes with seeing the girl you love in a moment like that overwhelms to the core. A slow fire spread upward inside me as I hesitated there, caught up in my own private hell. All along I had been subconsciously expecting something like this, a red flag in itself for sure, but part of me never really trusted Roxy. There was blame on my part as well. I had baited her and lost. There had been a warning signal back in the bar that I’d pushed aside. I sensed the mechanics in. She turned off the light and started changing. In the dark, I heard the rustle of clothing. Her body was just a shadow as she stripped naked. A silhouette.It was somehow more exciting hearing the sound of her panties sliding down her body. She was bent over for a moment, the curve of her rump looking so delicious. She pulled on a nightgown and then slipped into her bed.My pussy soaked my panties. I started changing, wishing she was watching me. I stripped them all off. My bra released my tits..