It wasn't that Donald didn't love her. She knew he had genuine affection for her, but she had become part of a routine life that he simply didn't ques...ion. Wake up, shower, dress, kiss Laura, make small talk, walk to campus, teach classes, perform administrative duties, come home, kiss Laura, eat supper, grade papers or complete other paperwork, go to sleep and repeat. Even the weekends were most often filled with academic related functions and on the few excursions she managed to get him to. I arch against her body when her hand finds my breast and grabs it hard. One of her fingers find my clit at the same time. The pressure on my bladder is nearly unbearable and with every thrust I think I'm going to lose control."Oh, Jenna, " I says completely out of breath," I... I... can't hold it... anymore... I...I have to...cum"."I hope you are not going to waste it," Jenna said loosening her grip around my belly and slides out of me. "Kneel on the bed and show my your beautiful smile" said. "Iris – there you are!" it was Aunt Trudy, standing in the doorway of the little waiting room.She looked small and tired, and slightly batty – as she always did, and Iris thought she had never seen anyone quite so wonderful in her entire life."Oh Aunt Trudy!" she whispered as she reached her, and her green eyes filled with tears.Aunt Trudy reached out to embrace her niece – squeezing her tight in an effort to comfort her, before leading her into the quiet empty little room."I've just been in to. "Tyrone has both his feet on the ground -- he's going somewhere. You listen to him, Hon," Elaine advised. Daddy wasn't as thrilled and Cindy just KNEW he was up to something, but Momma said, "I can nail your father's feet to the floor -- never fear..." Momma tended to drool a little around Tyrone, anyway, but she was careful about it. "Your father wouldn't tolerate it if he caught me, DESPITE the things he does with Antoine..."Antoine was Hobart Simpson's driver/mechanic -- and boy toy. Tyrone.