“Mr. Rhinehart, my purpose to see you today is a serious matter regarding you and your wife. Is she here?” She continued to shake my hand while sh... spoke before finally releasing it. I found the extended contact oddly exciting.“Ummm, yeah. She’s here, but she’s cooking dinner.” I looked back towards the kitchen. “Can this wait? We’re just about to eat. Can you come back, maybe a little later?”Those dancing, laughing eyes twinkled. I knew the answer, oddly, as soon as I asked.“Mr. Rhinehart, I’m. ‘Why? Why? Why?’ was all Jane could say through her sobs. Paula looked directly at Marc. ‘Yeah, Marc, why?’ Then she stripped off her clothes and led Jane out of the room. Marc watched their asses jiggle as they walked away. He loved those asses, and the women they belonged to. The women he belonged to. It was the first time in their relationship they all slept in different beds. Paula and Jane cried themselves to sleep. Marc felt their absence, but hoped it only would be temporary. After. Goddamn it! No! I just told you! Streak or no streak, when you leave for Toronto, I'm not going with you. Now, my suggestion is, you grow up and realize that it's not my being there that's helping you on the field, it's your own natural ability." Could I come in? For coffee?" No, Josh, because I'm worn out and I want to put on some loose clothes and just flop down somewhere. You want to take me home tomorrow night, after the game, that would be fine. But not tonight." OK, Sandy. And thanks. When I saw Mom in her dress for that night my jaw almost dropped to my waist. She looked absolutely stunning in a strapless black dress with a parting that reached up almost to her thigh. We were alone and she smiled when she saw the look on my face, I went up to her and put my hand up the parting, sliding up her thigh.“Not here, anyone could come!!” She whispered urgently into my ear.I dropped my hand, with my cock still throbbing in my trousers, aching for her.I sat down next to her when we.