Annie returned and announced she was quite drunk and wanted to return to her room. James reluctantly, but diplomatically, agreed, especially as everyo...e had booze in their hotel rooms anyway. They asked what I was going to do, to which I replied that I'd have to wake my wife up as she had taken the card key. Annie refused to let me do that and insisted that I go with them back to their room, at least for a while to let my wife rest. I was in no position to refuse.Their room was pretty much. ”“Fair enough. I can understand that but you could sell it and get somewhere else.”She shook her head again.“And you could stay here until you found somewhere you could afford and wanted to live.”She looked at him at last albeit in disbelief and shook her head once more.“Don’t you believe me, Penny?”She bit her lip and shook her head.Peter got up from his chair and knelt in front of her where she sat on the sofa. He took her hands gently in his.“Penny dear,” he said softly, “please believe me.. I sighed, probably shook and I closed my eyes as my erection just throbbed to a painful state of want and stretching. She had some kind of amazing effect on me and the energy running through me was almost overwhelming like a humming vibration. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to maintain, not collapse in a hopeless pile.Emotionless she said, “Turn around.” I followed her command without question twisting my neck, trying to keep my eyes on her. But when I was standing with my back to her I. Clearly a bimbo trophy wife. I knew they had lived in Mexico for a year or so, and he clearly had bought her a full narco-wife upgrade there: She had huge boobs, a tiny waist, a huge bubble butt, and wore what appeared to be shrink-wrap tight, revealing clothes. Her name was Mandy. She clearly was not thrilled to have me move in with them, but she was courteous enough. My dad, however, did not seem happy that day. The following day, he broke down with me and told me, in tears, that he had been.