"What is going on over here?" Oh just bringing in some more furniture for Brenda. You met her at dinner, remember?" She is moving in?" Yes, she and he... mother are moving in." What about me?" What do you mean what about you?" What about our relationship? What about me moving in and being with you?"Crap. I took the girl and took her to the back yard so that we could talk. "You could still move in if you want, but Ashlee is going to be my wife and Brenda is going to be my step-daughter and we are. The other waiters just shook their heads at the lusty young waiter strutting around like a rooster taking a victory lap around the serving floor barely hiding his preening lack of concern for the submissive housewife’s inability to resist his determined advances.There is no excuse for the submissive housewife’s obscene lack of discretion.When she arrives home late, she runs upstairs to draw a bath without assistance. Her desperate hope is that none of the servants have registered her distress. .. " she was rubbing the tips of her polished nails right along the base of his underside, just above his scrotum. "... Like this." Bill knew just what that felt like, to be stroked lightly there, and he knew his son would be stiff and hard against her lap.Suddenly, that same hand swung back and flew hard against his ass. Crack! "Owwwwww!" Timmy wailed, and she spat a torrent of fire at him: "But no, some little boys have dirty thoughts. You little shitball, I can feel that DIRTY LITTLE. “What took you so long?” she smiled, “I almost thought you might have forgotten me.”“Just checking into some of the cabin’s features. I’ll tell you about it when we’re settled. For now, let’s get out of the cold.”Ben helped his wife out. Ben was always a gentleman. It was one of the many reasons she said yes when he first asked her out. Ben was tall but with a sturdy frame. He had a head lush with dark blonde hair and green hazel eyes that seemed to know your every mood and need. Living.