“Hmm,” She thought about what the woman said.”If you take this medicine. Does that mean there is no chance of you getting sick?” Jamie asked.�...�No theres still a five percent chance but, even if you get sick its not that bad.” The woman said. “It just feels like having the flu for a few days.”“Alright, I will believe you for now.” The woman smiled in what could have been relief. “So you now have two choices.”Jamie held up two fingers. “One. You can eat that shit in your hands while I watch or you. The wife admires her handiwork while I brush her inside thigh and she spreads her feet for better access my rubbing starts her moaning, legs together the wife commands and once loosened her pants fall to the floor and my hand explores her slippery lips. I put a cloth in her mouth and rub her hips sway and she she pants progressively harder my finger inside she stretches her arms to drive me deeper, the wife pinches and pulls clothes pins then removing Mitch responds little so the back ones get. In the morning, I got out of bed, leaving her in the top bunk, and went to breakfast. It was an Ambreakfast of the time, I had scrambled eggs and bacon, When I got back she was just getting up. I kissed her again.I loved her even more knowing she was mother of my child. It complicated things. We didn’t have the capacity to settle down and raise a child properly the way we were. I think we were still too full of wanderlust and iconoclasm to become the terrifying prospect of an ordinary family.. She had taken a trip during the summer and asked us to check on her apartment while she was gone. I gladly did that, as it gave me a chance to poke around in her panties, play with some "toys" of hers that I found, and generally be the 'pervert' that I was. On an early visit to her apartment I was checking out a storage box in her closet, and realized that she had years of diaries in the box. I started reading them and discovered that she had been writing in them since she was 13 and gave.