Her husband had never reached for her like this. She squeezed his hand, and tried to pull free.But Johnny held tightly, a white mustache of milk on hi... upper lip. She pressed her thighs tight as the urge to piss grew."Honey," she murmured, "I've got to go. I won't be long." - But Johnny clung to her, sitting there and looking up at her face. The harder he clutched her hand, the more urgently she had to piss. She wiggled her hips, a nervous expression on her face."Please, baby, I have to go to. He was talking to me about something and I was also answering him back, but I was not sure of what I was actually talking to him. I’m sure it was some seductive talk about preferences of porn.Suddenly then there was a pause of 20 sec or so. My mind told me “Get ready to get fucked. He is now going to make a move on you”. And I got 100% right on this, he took out his hand & slid his fingers on my hand & said ” could you relate?” I looked at him to answer him with my expressions & in fractions of. As soon as Charles put the lasagna in the oven, he turned to Karen and said, "Let's make these calls to Catherine and Ciara. It's not going to get any easier if we wait longer." They both sat down on the bar stools at the breakfast bar.He fished his cell phone out of his pocket and pulled up Catherine's number. It rang twice before she answered."Hey, dad – what's going on? It's been a while since you've called me."Charles felt a tinge of guilt before responding. "I know, Catherine, and I'm. While I did Helen turned to me with an enigmatic half smile on her face as she waited for me when I felt a shudder pass through my body. For the briefest instant it almost appeared as if her eyes had glowed with an unearthly light causing me to run my hand in front of my face. After I did my vision returned to normal and we began to walk again and I assumed it had just been a trick of the outside light reflecting off her eyes.As she led me deeper into the darkened house my eyes focused on her.