”“You told her… what?”She cocked her head like it was the dumbest question she’d ever heard. “Told her about our little two-week agreement...�� that we’re a week into it... and that you’re suffering, especially tonight.” She innocently and ‘accidentally’ rubbed the palm of her hand over the rock-hard object in my pants. “Think she took it as a challenge… I just told her no playing with the joystick.”I rolled my eyes back, I wasn’t too damn sure how much of any ‘playing’ I could take without making. ‘Good girl, let’s take shower’ she said, kissing me on the cheek again before climbing out of the pool. Still in pain from my gaping asshole and naked except for the bikini top, I stood in the pool a moment and marvelled at her strutting into the house, dripping wet in the white bathing suit, her ass and tits jiggling perfectly with each stride of her bare feet. I eventually got out of the pool and followed her to the bathroom, where she had already stripped off the bathing suit and was. Get up. Get showered. Dinner is almost ready to go.” And with that she left.I rubbed my eyes and stretched. I grabbed my clothes for the night and went to take a shower. After my shower I brushed my teeth and groomed to make myself presentable. Then I went into the house to check on dinner. It was ready. My aunt was packing it up in a real picnic basket. It smelled delicious. When she finished packing it, with a coke and a sprite to drink, I put it in my car. Then I left to go meet this girl.. This was one of his parts in the popular comedy he was performing, --a make-up he had adopted and which suited him about as well as the masks worn on the classic stage by paternal actors, who seen from one side, were the image of geniality, and from the other showed lips drawn down in chronic ill-temper. Let us hasten to say that in private the genial side descended to the level of the other, so that generally the indulgent man disappeared to give place to the brutal husband and domineering.