I tried to stop her but it was too late. Mom/Lorraine saw my hard cock tenting my briefs obscenely. I drew back instinctively. She sat back down on th... other bed, hands clenched together, smiling. It was kind of a nervous, uncomfortable/devilish but innocent smile. "Oh, I guess they call you Cal." "No... Actually people... call me Marty." "Oh," she said, lowering her hands to her lap. I could've sworn I saw an inkling of hard nipple before her dress pulled away from her swollen mams. "Pleased. What do I want? What was I gonna do? I got a good job. Good friends. My bartender knew me by name. Hey, if all I gotta fuck with is a whore wife, I'll just get away from her, and everything will be fine. Hey I got prospects, I told myself. I slept the sleep of the just. At lunch the next day. I used a phone number the boss gave me and set the wheels of the divorce in motion. I went in and signed the necessary forms after work, and arranged to have her served at her work. She's a secretary for. Then I'll love her or him."She sat on my lap and snuggled into my arms, a familiar yet always fresh joy. "I love you, Ted. We've never used any birth-control ... conception is a lot less likely while I'm breast-feeding, but that's tapering off and it's going to end soon. It could start any time." That's fine, Sweetheart. Let's just let it happen."I didn't rush the cuddle, but in due course began a lengthy research for a suitable boat/ship builder, sources of equipment such as anchor windlass. He was unlike anyone she had ever known. Later an errant shell fell close by and she awoke startled, terrified, remembering every bad thing, but he also woke up and pulled her to him."There, there, Liebchen, nothing can hurt you when you are with me." She knew he was telling the truth.Her head was raised when he said it, her neck and back completely tense, eyes wide and mouth open as she stared into almost black space, and he, who seemed to be able to see a little better, slid an arm under her.