It's... it's... just like I masturbate." Then I can do better," I said.I pulled her panties down to her ankles, ripping the fabric a little as I sprea... her legs apart. Though I had guessed as much from feeling her, I was still surprised to see her pussy did not have an trace of hair around it. Delicately, I moved my lips up her legs, relished how she squirmed as I kissed the inside of her thighs. I teased around every inch of her vagina, resting at the top of her mound before finally locking. Since we had till the following Monday before dad would be back from his trip that he planed, for him and his secretary to take as a so called 'buisness trip', mom and I gathred up all of his things and put them in his parking spot in the drive way, and covered it with a tarp.We even changed the locks on the house, then just before we knew that dad would be home, we uncovered his things and with a note taped to the disc cover, as to here is your things and the disc will say why you are out of. His wife was going to love those tapes when I finally got around to dumping Denise.The one thing that I could never understand was all of the sex, love and affection that I got from Denise even as she fucked other men by the dozens. It must have been a guilt thing is all I can figure.During that same year I was doing what I could to quietly dispose of assets by converting them to cash and then putting the cash in a safe deposit box. Knowing that lawyers always seem to be able to find money. I can't tell you how many times, I'd say somethin' like, hey, honey, you got that book club thing tonight, right? How about I catch a quick shower and I'll go along with you.But she never went for it. She'd make some excuse, but it always came down to her thing was for her alone. And forget about her doing any of the things I liked. She always dismissed it all as guy stuff. Well, sure, if none of our wives would ever come along.We bowled. We spent time drowning golf balls. I'd see women out.