’ She said, turning away from him and tossing the rolls in the trashcan. ‘Its just breakfast. What doesn’t he let you go out?’ Robert said. �...No, it’s just that – well I have to have this cleaned up and the pipe fixed before he gets home.’ She went to the closet and got the mop. She started cleaning up, keeping her face turned from his. Robert: He stood for several minutes watching her, then picked up the phone. When he was through with his call he walked behind her and took the mop from her. . The neighbours we very friendly and everyone knew everyone else. As it was way after midnight and i was already in bed wearing nothing but a tback and a camisole, i staggered to the door, drunk with sleep.As soon as i open the door, rough arms grip my mouth and around my waist. Five men proceed to push me aside like a rag doll and enter my house. I was mortified at the idea on inpending death as these men work ski mask. 'Take anything you want!' i cried through fingers clamped to my mouth.I. Hey! Damn kids get away from her! I yelled as I kicked an incoming rock into one of their guts and scooped her up. They ran off as I hurridly got her into the passenger seat of the car. I flipped her on her back as I stared into her crystal blue eyes. They were filled with hurt. Once I saw that face, it broke my heart into a billion pieces. I cradled her face, kissing her cheeks as I looked into her eyes. Are you okay baby? I ask worried. Im fine daddy. she says as I wipe away one of her tears.. Show me how you used your fingers to get off in the parking lot.”Beth covered her pussy with her hand, dragging her fingers over it. By the time her fingertips reached her hardened clit, they were covered with her juices. “Oh my,” she whispered as her wet fingers slipped over her nub.“Yeah, that’s nice, baby. Keep doing that.”“I have never considered masturbating in front of my husband,” Beth thought. “But by the look on his face, I should have.” As she ran her fingers around her nub, she could.