And when she woke up in her jammies she always wondered how she ended up in bed and who undressed her. David held her up while Grace stripped and dres...ed her. Grace said it was good practice for parenting, David said it was excellent erection control.There were times when she woke up in the middle of the night terrified. Those nights she crawled into bed with the Andersons ... why was she terrified? She couldn't ... or wouldn't ... say ... but she was an indiscriminate cuddlier when she slept. "Yes. It all shows that you are a sensible man and I can see where our daughter have got her sensitivity from. But don't lie to me and try to dupe me to believe that you haven't had any other women. What woman could possibly resist an invisible man? Are you going to take me on a trip?"I laughed a little at her eagerness."We'll see," said I noncommittally and tried to ignore the first part of her request."OK, we'll see," she agreed too easily. "Now, the women." Well. OK, there's been a few." A. Goodbye, my love.” The line went dead before I could say anything. I slumped against the still-locked door. My mind was working overtime. Should I call her back? No, her husband could be with her. Perhaps this was for the best. One of our spouses was sure to have eventually found out. But still, could I live without her … without our Thursday afternoons? I felt empty and began crying. The housekeeper heard my sobs. “Here, let me help,” she said, taking the keycard from me and opening the. Her left hand was stroking herinner thighs as she thought about how her brother Bob would makeher suck his cock and then make her beg him to fuck her. Herfingers slipped up her thigh and found her pussy. God she was sowet. She hated to admit it, but thinking about Bob turned her onmore than sex with her husband ever did.She spread her legs wide and began massaging her clit between herfingers. Her mind wandered, Bob's cock stuffed in her mouth, himlooking down at her, telling her what to do,.