I was in Newspaper editing and still am. Maya was a stay at home mom, we had 4 k**s, that are all grown up, and we had other middle-class friends and...we would meet them, go for pizzas, have nights out, have guys' nights out and girls' night out. I assume you're getting this suburban idyll?Now before we married Maya was a great fuck. We fucked the first night we met, we fucked in the car, in fields, up alleyways and she could never get enough of my slightly above average uncut, 7 inch cock. I. Then she realized she was in her own bed in her own home but alone. Where was Bill? Then she remembered the scene in the rec room.She lay there nude, sprawled out alone in their big bed, her being alone in a bed was a really unusual event lately. She thought about what had obviously happened over the week end with her family and smiled. As she lay there she reflected how things had changed in the last year. A year ago she was a typical mother/wife who was overweight and all she thought of was. “I think that’s lovely,” said Marian. “Isn’t she nice to invite you for her very first slumber party?”Hilda Mae was staring at Johnnie Sue. Something had to be up. This wasn’t how Johnnie Sue talked. The thing that gave it away even more was that she was wearing a dress. Neither Hilda Mae nor Bernadette had ever seen her in a dress. Naked ... yes. In a dress ... no.“I guess that would be fun,” said Hilda Mae, overdoing the reluctance in her voice. Her mother took her upper arm and squeezed it. “Of course. What can I do?” He told me what to do, and I moved behind Jill. Then I slid my hands under her armpits and easily lifted her 110 pound body. She moaned softly at the movement. I felt her muscles tense. At the same time, the paramedics cautiously elevated her legs and placed the stretcher under her. Jill tossed her head back. Her wet eyes fixed on me, staring at me. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then shook her head and remained silent. I hopped into the ambulance.