A sound I’d never heard before, but would become familiar with. “TickTickTick” is what it sounded like – a fast watch ticking in the middle of...the night. I listened to the sound and tried to see your face through the darkness.“I’m so sorry.” I heard you whisper.“Why?” I whispered, almost afraid of the answer.You didn’t answer. You just touched me. Your hands getting more and more bold, running under my nighty and over my panties. You started pausing on my flat chest to feel my c***dish nipples. I've made changes. You said yourself that I've gotten better with the kids. I've tried with Eddie, Dale and Cindy too. It isn't as perfect as I'd like it, but I'm trying to make it better all the time. I could use your help with that. I trust what you say to me." You don't trust anyone, Kenny. That's part of your problem. Even Mama and Gerta tell me that. You used to listen to people before, but now you just do whatever you want to."I knew she was right about that. This weekend had been a good. Now roll over I want to fuck that tight arse of yours", I said. "Oh Phil, you have such a way with words" she said as she rolled over. I sat on her lower back, my hardening cock, resting in the crack between her buttocks. I reached over to the bedside table and took a bottle of baby oil from it, opened it and poured oil onto her lower back and my now erect cock. It glistened as the oil hit it and Gina gasped as the cold oil hit her body. I poured oil up her back and into her arse crack,. Anyway, it sat there empty for two or three years, and then, one morning in the early spring, wetter than hell, we got up, and discovered it had burned to the ground. Officially, it was electrical, or some damn thing, but I always figured it was either for the insurance, or else someone wanted to spite someone. Frankly, I thought it had gone up for tax sale; maybe someone paid a few bucks on it as an investment. Might even be Binky, herself." I don't quite follow you," Josh said, shaking his.