“I wanna take a shower, and then let’s grill that steak!”Scott smiled to himself. 'In the mood for meat are we,' he thought. “Sounds good, my ...ove” he answered. “I’ll get your shower started.”Lisa walked through the house, kicking off her shoes on the way to the bedroom. When she entered the room, what she saw startled her.Scott stood in front of her, with a big smirk on his face. Instinctively, her gaze lowered, and she grinned back at him. “Is that for me?” she inquired.“Indeed it is,” he. It was their living accommodations. They had just moved into a tiny home next to a lake and there was only one bed with little space for another. Billy would have to sleep in their bed.Ralph seemed glad to have some male companionship and insisted that the boy would be no trouble and might be helpful around the place. Wilma wasn’t so sure, especially when her husband said that he couldn’t sleep next to another male so that put her in the middle.Wilma was 50 years old, a reasonably trim woman. I wanted to tell her about the crazy dream that I was having, but then the last day came rushing back into memory and my spirits fell. My hip was aching where it had caught the bullet. I tried to lie quietly and not disturb Ruth, who was sharing my bed, but I felt restless, confined.I eased myself out of the bed and watched Ruth’s breathing to make sure that she was still asleep. When she didn’t stir, I tip-toed out into the main room and sat on the sofa, staring at the blank wall. I tried. I wanted to fuck her again; but it clearly said I must leave once I had come. But who would know?I slipped off the bed. I allowed myself once kiss of her pussy before I backed away.There is a choice of endings. Click on the title to reveal the story. Let me know which one you choose, or if you visit both, which one you prefer. Alternate Ending 1: The Ending with a bit of a Twist…“Does she taste nice?”I stiffened as the voice behind me spoke. I spun around and stopped in my tracks. My life was.