I would be eating Xanax by the handful, but then again, reading a bedtime story the way I did for Arlene wouldn’t be so bad.But ... she has a point....I’ve hung those two women on a string long enough. Even tiny little Aiko is working her ass off to get stronger so she can run the obstacle course. Crap, she’s so small there will probably be a wrinkle run up her belly when I shove my dick up her. But ... she’s a tough little gal who has gone through a lot if half what she’s told my wives is. ”I jumped up onto the table and put my legs out straight in front of me.“Right darling, you need to lift your legs and put your ankles in these stirrups.”“But that will mean that you will see me, all of me?” I teased.“It is a gyno table darling, come on, we’ve got seven more drops to do.”I lifted my ankles up into the stirrups not even trying to hide my spread and still very wet pussy.“That’s it, now the whole thing is very adjustable, whoever paid for this model spent a fortune. Lay back and. I told her I could understand her feelings, but that I wasn't sure I was the right person to talk to. I grew up in the 60's and 70's with the atmosphere of 'Free Love' and birth control, pre-AIDS, etc., and I believe every person views sex differently. She interrupted me saying that if she couldn't get past this need for revenge, she felt her marriage was over. I joked and said, 'Would screwing me fit the bill? I've been in a meaningful relationship with my right hand for years.' She paused in. Dad had gotten drunk on prison hooch one night and in that drunken state dad had told him about all the people he had killed. Specific, person by person. And in great detail. Dad’s cell mate told the guards and police that. They sent dad’s DNA to a dozen detectives in cities hundreds of miles away. His DNA matched the evidence they had, and now there was a manhunt for the man I called father. The man who had changed my diaper was also a brutal killer. A mass murderer–who was proven guilty but.