I wanted to be giddy and carefree with him again, to enjoy the things we had, not bemoan what we didn’t have. A tear leaked out from my eye, but I ...ngrily jerked it away. I hated to cry and even more I hated to let him see me cry. I wanted his respect and I wanted him to consider me strong. Weak girls cried. Truthfully, he wouldn’t have known I was angry; Tom was outside, head under the hood of the car. ‘Typically response . Don’t listen to my side of the story. Just get mad.’ It wasn’t my. ..We couldn't really do anything. Kristina even tried to explain it, and I couldn't do a lot, standing there with my dick standing straight out, hard as a rock, and Kristina's naked petite skinny body having moved from up against me, to where she was about two feet away. My step daughter looked at her, looked at me, had a dirty smile on her face, and said the words that shocked us both:"I want to watch."I stood there, staring at her. Kristina looked at me, and then looked at my step daughter,. He looked terrible. He told me that he'd partied all night and needed some more sleep. Looking past him, I saw that he had company. I hoped that he was being careful with my body, but I didn't say anything. Apparently, he was 'off' sparkling water and fruit juice. At least the unfermented kind. I decided to walk to a nearby restaurant for breakfast by myself, so I got my purse and started off.About halfway there, a car full of teenage boys pulled up next to me and they asked if I wanted a ride.. "Sissy, I was serious, I want you to lower the mirror and take a longlook at yourself. Just remember that I love you."Doing as I was told I lowered the visor and flipped up the cover toexpose the mirror. The face looking back at me definitely would not beconsidered a man's. If I didn't know better I would say that I waslooking at a woman, but I knew I wasn't a woman, and I had thechastised, leaking little penis to prove it."Mrs. Karen?" I asked while still gazing into the small mirror."Yes.