Karen. Ok, but let’s all get settled in for a weekend of fun first. ,With that she took her bags to the spare bedroom that Angie had made up for her... Karen also had the plans laid out for the weekend, She wouldn’t take no for an answer. I Had fixed steaks on the grille so Friday night was covered. The next morning, Karen told me she needed to have a long talk with Angie. So she went upstairs and was up there in her room for at least two hours. I kept myself busy outside in the yard doing. It really turned me on that he was rubbing his dick while I was there, especially when he would lift his knees to hide it. But I knew and I would tease him even more.I don't think he ever got off while I was sitting on the bed with him but I really can't be sure, either; he might have.Then, one night I was there, he had made sure I saw his erect penis and then when he was in bed, his knees lifted to hide the movements underneath, I asked, "What are you doing under the covers, Tucker?" Nothing,". ”“Like that makes any real difference? You stopped being a real wife a long time ago!” The pain of being such a failure to her husband sliced through her once again and her dejection was near complete. The once attractive blonde took her head in her hands and sobbed.“Iʼm sorry, Iʼve been such a disappointment to you.”“Well, Iʼm sorry too. God, whatʼs happened to you, Helen? You were beautiful when I married you. Other guys even used to whistle at you. But ever since our wedding night when you. As soon as she was gone I walked down the hallway to bathroom with not a stitch of clothing on. I made sure to linger in front of my Daddy’s doorway until he turned and noticed. I thought his jaw would drop off! It was priceless!He followed me out into the hallway and I stopped at the bathroom door looking over my little naked shoulder to peer at him. I fluttered my eyelashes like a cartoon character. My Daddy turned away from me and stepped back into his room!Diary! I ask you. What would you.