He didn't carry her over the threshold this time, but marched her through the bedroom door and back into the living room.Jeff was sitting on the couch...with his legs spread wide while Cissy, kneeling in front of him on the floor, licked his hairy balls as he masturbated. He grinned up at Derek. "She's just like a kitten, man. She licks and licks and licks." Check the time," Derek said.Jeff glanced at the clock on the wall."Shit! Gotta get moving!" He quickened his hand strokes, jerking his. I was about to wear my t-shirt however stopped sensing of someone coming.Before I could turn I was hugged tightly from the backApart from me and Dipti, there was no one home. So I knew that it was her. But her move was very strange to me. I took her hands off and turned around. Dipti was staring in my eyes and so was I. Dipti broke the eye contact, said sorry and was about to leave.Before she could step out of the bedroom I caught her hand and pulled towards me and closed the door. Without. "My mind was blown and yet I wasn't surprised. Once I knew that she was a prostitute, anything was possible. Questions bounced around in my head."Mom, will I be a prostitute when I grow up?" Oh shit, Jen, I hope not. But you must never tell this to anyone in the world, not ever."Truth be told, I wasn't so sure that she spoke honestly when she said that she didn't want me to grow up to be a prostitute, nor did I completely reject the idea of following in her footsteps.Yet I never told that story. Perhaps perversely it amused me. They were clearly trying their damnedest to not offend me. I decided to not take offense unless they did something totally egregious.“Dave, We are really glad that you could see your way clear to allow us to visit you,” said Stacey. “We’ve missed you, honestly.”“Yeah sure,” I said, how sincerely would have been arguable. “Everyone else is out back. Let’s join them.”I wanted to get my wife near me as soon as I could. I didn’t trust myself around the woman,.