We do have history and we’re both adults. Actually I’m pretty interested in your story. I believe you although it’s outrageous. I know you enoug... to also know you are honest and what a situation you have put yourself in. You were so shy as a kid. It’s just amazing to see you now like this.“I’m anxious to see where you live and to meet your wife. How will it be with you bringing me home?” “No problem whatsoever. She is really used to me being this way now and she completely understands. She’s. In fact they both watched each other getting their “treatment.”As she left the bedroom she asked if they wanted breakfast, she would cook bacon, eggs, toast, juice and coffee. They told her yes and that they’d be down in fifteen minutes or so.In the kitchen she had just finished preparing the fresh squeezed orange juice when she heard her Mother wail, she wasn’t concerned, Mom was a screamer, she’d just had an orgasm. She started the bacon and put the whole wheat bread in the toaster.After. ”It was great to splash about in the water, and we forgot the time, until we heard the doorbell. Diane jumped out of the water, and headed for the front door.“Diane!” I shrieked, “you’re naked!”“Oh bugger that,” she called back, “who cares! Whoever it is, he will enjoy seeing me like this.” While she was away, I climbed out of the pool and wrapped a large towel around myself.A minute later, Diane returned leading a very nervous looking Pizza Delivery girl with her carrybox. I immediately. This was our fourth Christmas since the divorce. Denise was living with Eric, who I wish I could despise, but he was a decent guy with a great job and lousy taste in sports teams. He doted on my girls without trying to take my place. It had taken a while, but we’d developed a friendship, which wasn’t a bad thing. My child support was pegged at just over $1500, with the kids on my health insurance. Even though we weren’t married long enough for alimony to kick in, I was paying another $500 a.