Willy got to his feet and waved, "Yo! Frank... Vicky... How was Mexico?"Carol called back. "We're the ones who went to Mexico, stoner!" Willy was laug...ing. The three people, climbing the stairs, were talking among themselves and laughing."That's Carol's boss and his wife." Willy told her. When the three of them joined Willy and Beth, Carol introduced her to Frank and Vicky Malibu. Frank was about the age of her husband but Vicky was at least ten years his junior and a knock out. Beth couldn't. My skin was starting to crawl; my lips and mouth were dry. Yeah, you go ahead and fuck yourself, demon. I got your tail. You can have mine when I’m dead.I would be repeating that thought often over the next…lifetime. But, as I said, I was stubborn. I could tell myself and my demon to fuck off as many times as needed. I think the only thing that made me even the slightest bit successful with the demon was that he and I both knew I would be returning to the bottle eventually. I had accepted that. Though it wasn't always that way, this story is more back ground to how it came about.After Charles had invited his friend Bert to our house to watch him fuck me on our couch Charles and I’s sex lives went wild. We literally fucked like rabbits. We couldn’t last more than a few minutes in the same room before one of us had the others clothes off. We quickly would come to learn that the after playing sex was the best part for us and still is.Fortunately for my father in law though, Charles had. I now do all the house work andchores, cooking, and laundry. Unless I have to go out, I dress as a womanand sleep in nighties. Tanya still has the keys and lets me out everyweek or two for hygiene, shaving and relief. She has never crossed theline and taken an active part in any thing sexual, but does love to teaseme. Knowing that I am locked safely away, she often lounges around thehouse half naked. I know from the twinkle in her eye, that she knows howit affects me. Just before she.