They were dressed in normal clothes and appeared to be ordinary people. Ellen got Chris's wheelchair out of the back of the station wagon, and he tran...ferred out of the car. Ellen had her gown in a hand bag and the bottle of white wine they had brought with them. Chris got himself up on to the veranda with no problem. Together at the front door. Ellen rang the bell. Chris thought his heart was going to jump through his chest it was beating so hard. The door opened a little and a lady's head. . The meeting had been set a couple of weeks earlier as usual we arrange to meet at our usual Cardiff hotel.This time though I have taken my full array of very sexy underwear (this is very unusual as Mister likes me never to wear panties -- but this meeting has special meaning and is for a special purpose)Mick meets me in the bar -- we have such a great rapport now --- we just turn up and fall straight into our passionate caring relationship... We will literally do anything for each. Jeanette was only partially relieved, but understood that it meant there were no secrets to be revealed in surprise from some other person. Everything was out in the open.Brent was also adamant that Jeanette should seek professional assistance to help her understand what provoked her decision. Whether that would be a psychiatrist or a psychologist was undecided, but Brent was unyielding in his insistence. Again, Jeanette was reluctant."Do you think I'm crazy?" she asked incredulously."No, I. It was apparent she needed to be fucked decisively. Still, Walt thought it would make her even hornier for him to wait until he returned. Walt may have miscalculated his wife's willpower. He poured himself a glass of wine and pulled a chair up next to her. He placed his hand on hers and gazed into her sad eyes."What's wrong, Honey? I can't help you if I don't understand what you are sad about."“I’m so ashamed of myself, Walt. I just couldn't help myself. I knew I was letting it go too far, but.