So on Fridaynight, the women wanted to sort of well, re assert control, so tospeak, over us boys! It became sort of a game or ritual! Almostevery ho...se has a special room, usually in the basement, and weend up being marched down to it!" "So, you know your'e going to be punished every Friday night?Aren't you afraid?" Billy shrugged, weakly smiling. "Well, in an odd way if you growup here, you sort of look forward to it! It kind of cuts the tension,and for the rest of the week you can. At some point, Ken says he disrespected her over clothing complaints and as a punishment she would not allow him to wear bottoms of any kind around the house. I was sure this had to be some sort of simple case of the mother-in-law looking for sexual relations as he explained this rule only applied when his wife was outside the home. As it was, Ken worked from the home while his wife was often away all day at her job.To my surprise, Ken explains that this was nothing to do with intercourse and. She pushed her entire face into it,feeling the dampness of the blood cover her face. She reached up,touching Widow's large breasts, trailing her fingertips across herbelly. She looked up. She loved the image of her white skin on the blackskin of Widow. The contrast got her every time.Widow leaned back on the couch. Looks like her coffee was going to getcold.It was the rest of her that was hot.Her strap-on was in the bedroom. Eventually, they would have to move.She intended to fuck Samantha that. I heard it was a car accident." No, it was an aneurysm. One minute she was laughing and the next..."I couldn't talk about it. It had been almost three years and I still couldn't.Tara left her chair and sat on the couch next to me. She took my hand and held it on her knee, patting it. I looked at her with teary eyes and forced a weak smile."So what are you doing here?" I came to say hello." No, I mean here ... in Phoenix."Tara stood up and held her arms out to her sides. I stared at her breasts..