It was the first orgasm between us, it had come so easily and had left be shocked and thrilled - my body and mind would open to what my son offered. I...do not think my husband had ever given me an orgasm in the total of our marriage.Then my son lay waiting next to me until I recovered before he placed my hand on his throbbing penis. He rolled onto his back and I followed, my lips finding his and loving it even as my hand stroked. I had stroked a couple of boys when I was a teenager and dating -. Linda would never have dared to admit it to the counselor she was seeing because Rebecca would have told her she was crazy. Okay, maybe not in those exact words – but she would have told the woman that she wasn’t being understanding and supportive of her husband. Why did she have to be the one that did all of the supporting? She’d been a loyal wife up until Mike’s addictions had threatened to end their marriage. Hadn’t it been Linda’s sacrifices that had gotten Mike out of the jam in the first. I reached for the back of her dress and unzipped her. She shrugged the dress off; it pooled at her ankles. She was indeed braless; and, she was not wearing panties, mystery solved.“Okay sir, I’m naked, how about you,” she said, and she stepped back away from me.I undid my shirt and shrugged out of it as she had her dress. Undoing my pants I let them drop too. My underpants and socks were all that were left. I used the toes of my feet to push my socks off. My skivvies were all that remained.“Shy. Father Harris raised his voice, “Miss Laufeyson...” He came and grabbed her by the waist dragging her to the front of the room. Once everyone had left the room Asher screamed jerking away, “Get your fucking old ass hands off of me!” This only earned her a smack across the face from Father Harris. Angel screamed out shoving Father Harris into the wall, “Don’t you dare lay a hand on her..!” She ran back to her sister to help her up noticing the red mark forming across her face. Angel growled.