She is married to another GP and c***dless, husband is a workaholic and she rarely sees him.Amber is medium height, fair haired and curvaceously shape..., grey-eyed, lovely feminine manner and soft spoken, she is 37 and longing for attention.She tells me her sex life stopped years ago and she is left wanting and craving sex, but keeps things bottled-up, until recently, now she like most warm-blooded ladies, has devised methods to help relieve and enjoy the forbidden fruits, of physical sex,. .. what didhe hear Samus call it? A cleaver window? Something like that. The skirtreached down to around Link's ankles, with several layers of petticoatsbuilt in. The sleeves reached around the middle of Link's upper arm, withlarge puffy globes the size of Link's head with big loveheartsembroidered onto it.Mentally screaming, Link unzipped the back and stepped into the dress,pulling it up and slipping his hands in the sleeves. He carefullyadjusted it until it looked right, his cleaver window. By the time I finished telling her, she was beat red and looked about to explode."HOW COULD YOU? Mom, what the hell made you think that was OK? You just killed our family, how COULD YOU?" at this she broke down sitting on her bed and started crying, whimpering "how could you" over and over again."I screwed up. I know that. I am more sorry than you will ever know. There is nothing I can do to take away the hurt I caused your father." Yeah NO SHIT MOM! What are you going to tell Steve and. "Rough day?" You nod almost imperceptibly. "I'm sorry, darling." Not your fault." I know, but I wish I could make it better for you. C'mere." I pat the soft mat next to mine on the concrete. "Lie back and close your eyes."I sit above you, your head between my knees, I stroke your temples, cradling your head in my palms, using my thumbs to stroke your eyelids gently pressing to release the stress. Using gentle pressure on your forehead, I lower your head to rest on my bare inner thigh. My.