“How are you holding up?” Mr. Lawton asked, gently.“Are you asking or is Mrs. Weaver making certain that the ownership is represented at tomorro...’s party?” I asked coolly.“You understand that she’s asked me not to pass on any information of a personal nature,” he said. “I know this has put you under a lot of strain and I am sympathetic.”“I’ll be at the damned party,” I told him. “I’ll paint a smile into my face and pass out presents and bonuses and be everyone’s favorite Santa. I’ll field all. My wife then disappears upstairs for a while and comes back down wearing her schooly outfit that we use for dressup. Now on a good day my wife looks the part and can be mistaken for a schoolgirl no problem.Our mate's eyes nearly popo out of his head as he starts checking out the missus, then he tells her that she looks really sexy, but can she go back upstairs and change cause it's making him horny.Now the wife likes to play games, so instead of changing, she straddles his lap and wriggles. She had her face right up close tomy ear and she started whispering all the nasty things she wanted to doto me when we got back to the hotel. My nipples were getting stiff and Icould feel my panties getting wet. When all the midway lights went downfor the fireworks to begin she pushed her hand up under my tee further andwas touching my tits. Her other hand went down over my shorts to cup mypussy. I parted my legs to give her more room and she took it. As thefireworks exploded over head, she was. After you stopped being fourteen you continued to be very naïve.”I sat back and thought about this for a minute. Then I asked, “Is every fucking girl in town a fucking slave?!”“No,” Ken said, “Just the best ones.”“Why? What is so weird about our town?” I asked.I hadn’t heard her come up behind me, but Mrs. Carson came up, kissed me on the top of my head and sat down beside me with a cup of coffee. “Good morning to all of my little darlings. Would you like me to answer that, Ken?”“Sure, mom,” he.