The ride down nine floors seems to take an hour.When the elevator door opens, you step out into a bustling lobby. Erin waits until the elevator emptie..., leaving you on your own as the men push by you, leering at the hooker who looks so lost. Well-dressed couples enter and leave the dining room, stopping in the cavernous lobby to chat. The men steal leering glances at you; the women stare in disgust, or snicker and look away quickly. You burn with embarrassment, so out of place. How has it come. For the first time I could ever remember, Deanna Bickford was speechless! She looked at me and I saw a tear leak from the corner of her eye as she moved toward me and hugged me. She reached up and kissed me on the cheek and moved to my sister, Jennifer and hugged and kissed her too. By now she was crying outright and she looked at her husband Bob and exclaimed, “You have raised a couple of pretty damn good children Mr. Bickford. They have turned out to be wonderful people.” My father opened. “So the other day I heard the two of them having a very quiet, very hushed but very angry argument in their bedroom. It was funny because they were trying to be quiet but the idiots had left the baby monitor on so I could hear every word in the front room. She was having a right go at him saying that he spends more time looking at me on the nanny-cam than he does watching the baby. He obviously denied it but then she said called him out for telling me that I’m very welcome to use the pool when. Nisha had let go of all her inhibitions. She was holding him tightly as he fingered her and she came and came. Russell was relentless with his fingers. He knew what to do and to gave my beautiful wife an orgasm that that left her wanting more.For the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening Nisha was not speaking to me too much. She had felt embarrassed about being with another man. I broke the silence in the early evening and assured her that I loved watching her with Russell and that.