"I had to laugh. 'So Kate really doesn't know the stories of King Arthur? But how did you know? I never talked about them to you."Debra laughed. "Kids...named Morgana and Lance? I guessed right away, and you and your daughter are so comfortable with the enchantress jokes that it's pretty obvious where the name came from. At least to me, but I love literature." She looked down at my copy of the Arabian Nights that I had carried out of the courtroom. "I bet that the sex talk your wife mentioned was. Dad sent us out to check on you and Irene."Marianne said, "Irene and Jim packed her stuff and have already left. I just need to pack a few more things. Jim will call me when he arrives. I need to finish getting ready. Brad, I don't plan to return." I know and understand. I think Dad is going to talk to her. I'm not sure about the outcome. There is nothing here for me to pack though there are two small boxes of mine that I will need to take. We are here with you. Continue to pack. Let's see what. I called her from work and told her I wanted her to be dressed super sexy for me when I got home. My sweet wife agreed, not suspecting that I was bringing someone home with me.When I got home, Joanie met me at the front door wearing a near see-through white teddy and very black panties that barely covered her crotch. Her prominent nipples made it obvious she wore no bra. She looked fantastic!Even if I weren't planning to fulfill a fantasy that evening, she would have turned the littlr guy to. . " I stopped. You don't tell a woman you beat off to her picture in your head. Not even if you squirted to a real picture of her. "I mean, I don't want to come here and only think about you ... um ... like your picture." Is that how you think about me?" she asked, her voice very soft. I couldn't actually look at her. "At night?" You can't ask a guy a question like that," I objected."Why not?" Because a guy's not supposed to admit that kind of stuff, that's why." Too late," she said. "I already.