”Her thin fingers toyed the top button of her loose blouse until my throat tightened. Each new button revealing more gloriously unbridled cleavage. ...he blouse sloughed from her shoulders and she stood naked and ready at my feet, a vision of beauty and unrestrained sexuality. As quickly as she arrived, she dissolved into the grey predawn light as I broke the plane of sleep into the imperfect darkness of our bedroom. My cock so hard it hurts.I listen to my wife’s breathing. Her familiar gentle. I am with you until the end.She was normal now. There was that beautiful smile on her face that always made me fall for her. She started talking.Ananya: I have never been in any relationship with any boys before. You are the first boy in my life. As you said, I only. But I have been kissed before, hugged before, touched before. I have made love before with a girl. Yes, Harish. I am bisexual.Ananya: I like both boys and girls. I have been with a girl before, and you are the only boy in my life. It was a bit embarrassing, til he noticed and pulled out a handkerchief. Peter would have been easy in any case, since he was Justin's guy, and Justin was now hers. She won him over anyway. I had never had any worries about Jason. Sheila could wrap him around her pinkie.All that was important, but the next thing was critical. She supplied what I had never offered: a theme. It was sort of Versailles meets Night Gallery. Suddenly, everyone knew what he had to do. Justin disappeared into his work. Silently she tiptoed out of the nursery and made her way back to their room. Chris was lying on his stomach, snoring gently and managing to steal most of the duvet. For a moment she stood staring at him, resentment threatening to smother her. Every night it was the same. Erica was the one left to try and calm the fractious baby as she screamed herself blue with colic. Chris’s excuse for leaving her to it was that he needed his sleep. ‘I have to go to work every day!’ he had yelled at her when.