How was your day?" Asked Jeff, puzzled by but not objecting to his wife's unexpected affection."Mmm mm Mmm M MM m" slurped Mindy, not easing up on Jef...'s cock for a second.Jeff was bewilderment increased at an exponential rate to the rate of how much he objected decreased. "Okay dear, well when you are finished down there, we can talk about your day, okay hun?" Mmm mm." Mumbled Mindy in a way that Jeff assumed to be agreement.Ten minutes later, Jeff was zipped back up and sat in his chair. ' 'Well, we aim to please!' she says and looks at me as she takes the plates outside. I sit down at the breakfast table. The weather is again nice and warm, sun is up and I breathe in the morning air, a bit relieved that Kate is taking this situation so well. It would have been awkward if she had been more distant or condescending about the activities of her guests. I start on the muesli and cut a bit of bread and Kate brings the first pot of steaming hot coffee to the table. It feels like my. I discovered it when I was a child. It was my innate means of escape from abuse. Psychiatrists call the escape process a Dissociative Disorder. Most people dissociate by feeling out-of- body sensations. Others just lose chunks of time or their memories. Still others express multiple personalities.When I dissociated, my body underwent a physical change, the most rare and bizarre dissociation of all. Psychologists say that those reactions are all involuntary. Other people do the physical one too.. I rang her bell, it was a small, older home about two miles from my shop and she let me in."Hi, Mrs. Raymond, I'm Perry to look at the kitchen sink and faucets you mentioned." We chatted a few moments and she took me back to the kitchen. As I followed her, I rather admired what I was seeing, yes, she was older, maybe mid-sixties, snow-white hair recently done-up, and a nice trim figure, a petite figure, she was only about five feet or so tall and quite elegant, obviously very attractive in her.