All that night I could not get the images of what I had seen out of my head. To make things worse, I kept imagining that I could hear the creaking of ...he old wooden horse coming from her bedroom at intervals throughout the night and early morning hours which was driving me crazy, because I could not be entirely sure that the sounds were real, or just a figment of my inflamed imagination.Finally, I drifted off into a restless sleep, only to awaken at about ten the following morning. Breakfast. We found a way to cope. When dad arrived home, both of us disappeared to our rooms. He never sought us out. Just drank himself to sleep in front of the television. As time went on, things changed between the three of us. Brad and I spent more time at our friends houses, sometimes we didnt return home until the very next day or the following one. It added to dads frustration. The alcoholism took its toll and made him extremely paranoid. He remained employed but fell down the ranks. I returned. “See, it’s really easy. Here, try it.” It was a chardonnay she had tried before.Paige sipped the wine and smiled. “It’s not bad, is it?”“No, and it can last a lot longer than an open bottle. So, how have you been?”Paige sipped some more wine. “Good. Hey, have you had lunch?”“I ate some before you came home but go ahead if you want.”Paige blushed. “I got hungry and stopped on the way home.” Terri laughed. They talked a bit and then refilled their glasses before standing. Paige led Terri on a. I am making out with her and she is very vocal and is moaning and groaning as her hubby and I are finding every possible sensitive area she has on her body and massaging it, kissing it, licking it, or rubbing it. She is crawling all over because she can't sit still. So we are a mass moving all over the room finding new ways to please her. I get so involved with her that I am oblivious to him even being in the room with us. I am on my back and she has gotten on top of me, kissing me and I feel a.