”“So tell me, what are your favourite fantasies,” I asked. “The things you think about when you touch yourself, erm... masturbate. I love that...word.”“Well, let’s see,” she said. “I have so many. I guess one of my favourites is lazily making love to my best friend. Actually, I often fantasize about other women. A girlfriend and I once watched a blue movie and masturbated together, but that was as close as I have come to actually living my fantasy. What about you?”“I fantasize about Linda quite a. Bruno was a huge German Shepard, and though he probably out weighted me by at least 75 lbs, he was as sweet and cuddly as a teddy bear, and I enjoyed his company. If Michael had to work at night, Bruno would curl up on the floor at the foot of the bed and wouldn’t drift off until I had fallen asleep. Sometimes if I felt skittish being in that big house alone at night, Bruno would jump up on the bed and stretch out behind me, his massive head resting on my thigh or snuggling against my back,. Perfect she said and she went off to get it and i went for the glasses she come up beside me and poored the wine, we clicked glasses and both had a sip and our eye never let one another, dam she said i left my fags in your car i told her she could have one of mine and she lent forward to reach for the packet and her arm brushed right against my tits when she stood up she said sorry. as we stood there having a ciggy Carla said dam clasp and she pulled her skirt up and was trying to refasten the. Our kids knew what we were going through. We kept it from them at first. But we had to be brutally honest when we ended up asking them for the money in their savings accounts, the accounts we insisted that they establish and to which they were required to contribute regularly.Piper, our sixteen year old daughter, and Trey, our fifteen year old son, became privy to our conversations about the family finances towards the end. They were fully aware of how desperate our situation had become.They.