She grew up to be as repressed as her father. What's worse is that she had no desire to rectify what I saw as a problem but she did not. We stayed tog...ther for many years, decades in fact. I have to be honest, though. I was often tempted to leave her. I think I stayed because I thought she needed me. But it may have been something else, a hope that she would someday change. I really did love her, at least in the beginning. Or maybe it was something as simple as inertia.The thing that my. Justin was the only man I’ve ever been with my whole life. I didn’t want him to lose his job over this or get in any trouble. So after a lot of thought, I decided to just go through with it.The week flew by and Saturday finally came. Denny had invited us to his place. A nice house on the north side of town. It was back in the woods a little. Long porch across the front of it. A nice big open room that had a couple of deer heads and big game fish on the walls.Denny offered us some drinks, as we. He was sated, fulfilled, completely at peace. He smiled inwardly, knowing that he should feel some kind of remorse for his vicious treatment of the cunt-eating stewardess, but he didn't. He had settled the score, so to speak. Not only with her, but with Francine--thought his ex-wife's comeuppance for what she had subjected Davie to was still to be arranged.His ego was bolstered, he was king of the mountain now. He never thought he would be able to get it up three times in a row! Why the hell. She was already standing outside, in her towel, not even embarrassed. She was drying her hair. The towel showed a little of her cleavage but exposed some of her thighs and legs. I saw her legs and thighs were fully waxed and there wasn’t a single hair. It was hard not to stare at her. She said some joke and asked me to sleep in her room and she’d sleep on the couch. I refused the offer, but she insisted.She followed me to her room, in the towel and gave me a blanket. She asked me to wait.