Instead they had a reliance on the delusion of their ambitions.These were ambitions that made a woman cold and a man look elsewhere. These were drives...and wants that made a woman look for something better than what a lowly but loving man could offer her. Perhaps he was dreaming, because within the world he dreamt about—with soft hands touching and probing the parts of his face that hurt terribly—love was the only element necessary that bound a man to a woman. All of the other accoutrements that. I helped dad into his place and both Kristy and I got him ready for bed. Dad was out like a light, so we went to the living room for a drink. We sat on the couch facing each other and I was not paying attention because after sitting and drinking I looked at her and she was laying straight on her back like she was drunk and passed out. I then saw up her skirt which showed a wet glistening slit of beauty. Her pussy was bald and wet as a slut. I wondered what made her so wet, so I asked her. "Hey. We had been dating six months and I had met and gotten to know here family. Her parents were very nice. Her Married sister Gail was about 5'10" with waist length blonde hair a great ass and small breasts. Her 12 year old sister showed promise of being as beautiful as the other 2 sisters. Gail's husband David was a nice guy and their son Sam, was a great, little one year old boy.After six months, the lack of sex in our relationship was beginning to wear on me. But Annette was nice and I thought. Just talk to me. Don't not talk to me..." Tears were running down her cheeks as she looked around the house."This is where you've mourned me for, how many years?" she asked him. "We need to get away from here. Do something together. Create something between us here, now – in the present." She stood up and gazed into his eyes. "Now is what matters ... Please, just touch me."They stood, gazing into each other's eyes for several minutes. Then he nodded, touching her cheek. "It really is you."She.