Some of it was awful. Talking about Katie as a sexual creature stirred the lust in each of us. The fantasy wheels started turning. “Oh, so you’...e attracted to her, too, huh?” There was a playful, taunting edge to my words. Cee’s eyes sparkled with her smile. I pulled her over to me. She came willingly. “What if I am?” Her retort had the same playfulness. The thought of that sent my mind racing and my erection growing against my wife’s belly. “Really?” The question was more of an. She sat up and tried to cover her body. “Lie back down slut and spread your legs” he ordered. She hesitated too long and my mother slapper her across the face. “Do what your told dear. It’ll make life easier for everyone.” She lay back down and spread her legs. My husband took out his phone and took some photos. He then just stood there with the phone in his hand. My mother and I went to lie down while Anne went to talk to her daughter. Some minutes later my husband’s phone rang. “I thought you. I took care of that and was washing my hands when I felt it again, that weird little flutter in my back. I reached around and rubbed the muscle and it seemed to ease the spasm. Giving my sleep-mussed curls one more rueful glance, I turned out the light and headed back to bed.Greg had turned on the small bedside lamp and was sprawled in the center of the bed, flat on his back with one knee bent toward the ceiling. He watched me with sleepy eyes as I climbed under the covers. He patted his chest. True Boston Irish, down to the regular Mass and a stint as an altar boy at her insistence. What about you?" Frank recalled."Also half, but the other half is Jewish. Typical Brooklyn mix. I was raised Catholic per Dad's demand, until Mom got fed up with his drinking and left him. She started taking me to temple. I was all mixed up for years, at least until I realized that people are still people. Church or synagogue, it makes no difference in the long run. Dad wasn't any more right or wrong than.