"No" she said, that was cream I put there to fool you so you'd think that we'd had sex." As I was walking out the door, saying over my shoulder, "Don'... come home tonight," Flo collapsed onto the floor, crying and wailed "We didn't do anything".When I got home I was still major pissed off that they would do that to us. Then I went up to the bathroom to bandage my wrist. Then I called the Police and reported that my wife and Roger had handcuffed my in his basement against my will. They said that. As hungover as I was I wasn't about to give him my real number. I wanted to get out of here. I made up a number and he dutifully typed it in reading it back to me to be sure."Where are my clothes?" I asked."Must be in Dale's room, next room to the left" he said. Getting up I grabbed a discarded towel from the floor and wrapped that around me. "Where are you going?" Billy asked."I've got to go home... Classes" I managed through my headache as I rushed out of the room.I crept into Dale's room,. We turned back all the heaters to fifty degrees and went about in jackets. Heating pads made all our beds comfortably warm.Since the kids were eight years old I'd purchased some home schooling kits and had them doing their lessons at the library table, most days. They didn't bitch too much. They realized that they'd be bored to screaming fits without something to pass the time. I had them do more reading and book reports than the curriculum demanded. It increased their vocabularies and sped up. I turned the lights off and opened the curtains, took off all my clothes and sat down on a wooden chair with its back to the window. The room was only dimly lit by moonlight as I began to rub my cock, quickly becoming fully erect.Just then, there was a soft knock at the door and, before I could speak, it opened slightly and Karen took a step into the room. 'Are you OK?' she asked, 'I heard you moving about.'She was facing toward the bed, obviously expecting me to be lying there, but as she.