He worked another finger inside then dragged them slowly in and out. I spread my legs to allow him better access. Will you change? He asked in my ear....It took me a moment to process what he meant but I was able to nod yes. Say it. He said sliding his fingers out of me and withholding them. Yes, I moaned softly. Ill…change. He smiled and pressed his fingers back inside of me adding another one as reward for my obedience. My hips moved slightly, in-sync with his hand. I was holding tightly to. I knew, too, he wished I'd meet him at the door each night in a teddy and high heels, eager for him to fuck my brains out, as that airhead Suzie obviously did for DeWayne.But I treated sex cautiously. If I let myself be too enthusiastic, I could wind up like MY mother. She had trained for years as an architect, but could never say no to Dad when he had that gleam in his eye. I had seen the arrival of one younger brother and sister after another delay and ultimately derail her plans for a. He found out what it was like to stand alone. It was going to be a slow learning process.The train trip was exciting for Lexi and I sat with her in the commuter car most of the two hours. We picked up a sweet roll and milk for her and coffee for me as I pointed out some of the attractions along the way. That amounted to the flaming stacks at the refineries in Michigan City and Gary and the occasional glimpse of Lake Michigan.My usual car and driver met us at Millennium Station. Alexandra was. I woke up the next morning, and immediately thought of the night before flooded into my brain. Cindy was beside me still fast asleep, but looking radiant as she always did. I walked down to the living room to see who was left. There was my ex wife Jo lying on the mattress completely naked. She was completely caked in stale dry cum from head to toe. Her hair was a mess and make up had run down her face. I could see that her ass hole was still gaping with cum dribbling out of it. Her cunt was.