She pulled the dress on over her head and eased it down as he lowered the towel at the same time.“Open your legs,” he whispered.She complied and f...lt him pat her dry in between her legs.“Are you able to walk?” he asked as draped the towel over her shoulders.“Yes, but aren’t you going to dry your self?”“Don’t worry about me; my concern is keeping you warm.” How sweet, she watched him as he picked up his shirt and stuffed it in her bag, he grabbed both there scandals and swung the pink bag over. They belonged to a young girl called Beth, my daughter’s best friend. My daughter Christine brings Beth round to our house occasionally, and, I kid you not, she’s a little cock tease if ever I’ve met one. She knows I have a penchant for ladies’ feet and always pads around the house bare foot, wiggling and splaying her toes in the air, fondling her soles and arches, taunting me with her adorable little tootsies. Well she’ll be in for a shock if she baits me with her feet today, I thought. My. All in all, we had a blast, and it was a perfect way to celebrate my first Branson house.On the second night, Jim and Millie went home, promising to return after church on Sunday. Colleen and Rebecca pleaded work and left shortly after. Beth Ann sent Brian to bed, and then she joined me on my super king sized mattress for some extracurricular activity.We blended perfectly. Beth Ann was passionate but not selfish. Her needs were obvious but not overwhelming, and she gave as good as she got.. “I’m so confused. I do love Rick, but I can’t help thinking that this is just another of his temporary remissions. He does it all the time. First he’s a complete asshole, gets abusive. Then he sweet-talks me into believing that he won’t do it again. Then he goes out and gets drunk again. It’s been happening just like clockwork lately. I know that if I keep listening to him, I’ll turn to jelly and give in. I know he will disappoint me again. So why continue this charade?”Jenna sat on the couch.