The house was French Mediterranean architecture and surrounded by immaculate landscaping. The furniture was elegant but a bit pretentious for my taste.... This time Dorothy Winthrop ditched the nerdy glasses. She wasn't nearly as severe looking as when we first met. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds. Her hair was no longer braided but fell loosely on her shoulders. Her clothes were simple; a loose fitting casual summer dress draped over her body that was naked underneath."Would you like a drink?". I ask "Why are we in a dumpster room, shit it smells, why won't you let a nigga come upstairs to beat them fat guts?" You "Because nigga, you got a protection order, you can't be within 300 feet of me, and I'm not ready to have you around the k**s yet." I "Well don't they miss me?" You "Yeah, of course they do, but not like I been missing ya fat black dick, now hurry pull down ya drawls- So a bitch could Shlurkery Goafer scarf - ya big black meaty dirty hard dick!" So I proceed to take my pants. It was my new car, stolen from the asshole who cuckolded me. He thought he could fuck my now ex-wife without consequences.fI grinned as I roared down the night streets, pleasure shooting down my cock. I gave him consequences. He could never orgasm again unless he fucked my ex-wife, and she never would fuck him now. Thanks to my new powers, gifted to me by the bizarre Institute, I had finally taken control of my life.My whore of a wife wouldn't walk all over me. My daughter wouldn't follow in. As soon as Alison & I climbed into bed, seeing we were both already naked so no delays as we immediately went for it. Earlier downstairs we were restricted to the missionary position but up here in my bedroom, there were no boundaries, no restrictions as I fucked Alison in as many positions conceivable. Because we left both our respective doors wide open, I can hear in the background, Helen's loud gasps, moans & sighs her breathily shouting YES YESSSSSSS.... Coupled by Thomas' loud grunts, it.